The Host

The Host by Marie Van Vorst (1900)

In “The Host,” a narrator receives his gravely wounded arch-enemy at his door. Though the enemy does not recognize the house or its owner, the narrator welcomes him, tends his bloody head wound, gives him wine, and lets him sleep safely in the narrator’s own bed. While the man lies helpless, the narrator remembers the injuries and ruin he has caused and nearly kills him with an unsheathed sword. A furious crowd then arrives seeking Pasquale, whom they call a “devil hound” and blame for desolating their village. Seeing that the sleeping fugitive is threatened by armed men acting with both hatred and law, the narrator claims, “Myself am he,” and asks to be taken outside so that he will not be killed where his children sleep. The crowd drags the narrator away. Before execution can occur, Pasquale’s own men arrive and buy Pasquale’s freedom, leaving the narrator imprisoned and apparently condemned to die. Having received the Eucharist, the narrator writes his final account for “true knights,” emphasizing the moral test of sheltering an enemy in desperate need.

By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1900 · Genre: Narrative Poetry, Dramatic Monologue, Tragic Poetry · 842 words

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I had my enemy within my house. / My enemy -- my arch, arch enemy. / I bound my handkerchief about his brows, / For he was wan and cried -- "A Boon! " to me.

Standing upon the threshold -- wan, distraught, / His eyes filmed with the mist of sickness dim; / "He does not know it is my house! " (I thought) / "_Salve! _" I cried, and ran to welcome him.

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American literature · early 20th-century fiction · novel · social drama · romance · society life · wealth · class differences · marriage · family relationships · morality · personal ambition

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