Ryan is devoted to Attila, his battle-scarred and loyal war dog.
He might have elicited a smile rather than a cringe had he gone to that reliable standby, “to the right of Attila the Hun.”
I have already alluded to the divinity which in the imagination of the Huns encircled the hideous form of Attila.
But who are the Hungarians—descendants of Attila and his people?
Michiella stalks close around the rank singers like an enraged daughter of Attila.
I believe I set some store by the fact that the collar of my Attila was velvet.
Nothing brings before us more vividly the terrible character of Attila than this, that he terrified the Goths themselves.
The Gothic king had lost his life, but Attila had lost the victory.
It would have been wholly inept and spiritless to transfer this from Gunnar to Attila.
With Attila's death the might of the Hunnish Empire was broken.