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"Sarchedon - A Legend of the Great Queen" brings us back to ancient Babylon. As king Nimrod of the Bible died, he left his beautiful and evil wife Semiramis to rule instead of him. Their son, Ninyas, is the rightful heir to the throne, but Semiramis has imprisoned him. The book follows three main themes: the war of Semiramis against Aryas, the beautiful warrior king and her possible match; the plot to restore Ninyas to the throne; and the love story of Sarchedon, the hero of the book.

"Sarchedon - A Legend of the Great Queen" by George J. Whyte-Melville is a historical novel that tells the story of Semiramis, Queen of Assyria and consort of Shamshi-Adad V, King of Assyria in the 9th century B.C. Excerpt: She was beautiful no doubt, in the nameless beauty that wins, no less than in the lofty beauty that compels. Her form was matchless in symmetry, so that her every gesture, in the saddle or on the throne, was womanly, dignified, and graceful, while each dress she wore, from royal robe and jewelled tiara to steel breastplate and golden headpiece, seemed that in which she looked her best. With a man's strength of body, she possessed more than a man's power of mind and force of will. A shrewd observer would have detected in those bright eyes, despite their thick lashes and loving glance, the genius that can command an army and found an empire; in that delicate, exquisitely chiselled face, the lines that tell of tameless pride and unbending resolution; in the full curves of that rosy mouth, in the clean-cut jaw and prominence of the beautifully-moulded chin, a cold recklessness that could harden on occasion to pitiless cruelty—stern, impracticable, immovable as fate. But Sarchedon only saw a lovely woman of queenly bearing, glancing approval on his glowing face. His Southern nature seemed to expand like a flower in the sunshine of her smiles. His looks could not fail to express admiration, and she, who might have been satiated with homage, seemed well pleased to accept as much as he had to offer.

Reproduction of the original: A Legend of the Great Queen by G.J. Whyte-Melville

Excerpt from Sarchedon: A Legend of the Great Queen Dying in the desert - stretched, limp and helpless, in the darkening waste - poured out like water on the tawny sand two specks poised high above him in the deeper orange of the upper sky - a wide-winged vulture hovering and wheeling between the stricken lion and the setting sun. Dying in the desert - grim, dignified, unyielding, like a monarch slain in battle. So formidable in the morning - the herdsman's terror, the archer's dread, the savage wrestler in whose grasp horse and rider went down crushed, mangled, overmatched, like sucking fawn and unweaned child - fierce, tameless, unconquered - a noble adversary for the noblest champions of the plain - but ere the last red streak of evening faded on the dusky level of their wilderness, a thing for the foul night-bird to tear and buffet - for the wild-ass, wincing and snorting, half in terror, half in scorn, to spurn and trample with her hoof. Pitiful in its hopelessness, the wistful pleading of eyes gradually waning to the apathy of death; pitiful the long, flickering tongue, licking with something of a dog's homely patience that fatal gash of which the pain grew every moment more endurable, only because it was a death-wound; and pitiful too the utter prostration of those massive limbs, with knotted muscles and corded sinews - of that long, lean, tapering body - the very emblem of agile strength - which, striving in agony to rear but half its height, sank down again in dust, writhing, powerless, like an earthworm beneath the spade. No yell, no moan - only a short quick breathing, a convulsive shiver, and the occasional effort to rise, that time by time soaked and stained his lair with darker jets of blood. So those specks on the upper sky widened into two huge, soaring vultures, while the wing of a third brushed lightly against the fallen lion's mane, as the foul bird ventured nearer its coming banquet, croaking hideous invitations to others and yet others, that emerged, as if by magic, from the solemn, cloudless heaven. Far back into the desert, varied here and there by clammy clotted spots, lay a single track of footprints, closer together, less sharp, round, and clearly defined, as they dragged toward the end. Many a weary furlong had he travelled, the king of beasts, on his journey here to die; and yet he never was to reach the patch of arid reeds that instinct bade him seek for a last shelter - the scanty covert wherewith Nature prompted him to shield his death-agony from the remorseless bird of prey. It is a royal sport to-day. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.