I was vaguely impressed with a belief that, had he so pleased, that child could have killed me as easily as a man can kill a bird or a butterfly.The child seemed pained at my repugnance, quitted me, and placed himself beside one of the windows.The others continued to converse with each other in a low tone, and by their glances towards me I could perceive that I was the object of their conversation.One in especial seemed to be urging some proposal affecting me on the being whom I had first met, and this last by his gesture seemed about to assent to it, when the child suddenly quitted his post by the window, placed himself between me and the other forms, as if in protection, and spoke quickly and eagerly.By some intuition or instinct Ifelt that the child I had before so dreaded was pleading in my behalf.Ere he had ceased another stranger entered the room.
He appeared older than the rest, though not old; his countenance less smoothly serene than theirs, though equally regular in its features, seemed to me to have more the touch of a humanity akin to my own.He listened quietly to the words addressed to him, first by my guide, next by two others of the group, and lastly by the child; then turned towards myself, and addressed me, not by words, but by signs and gestures.These Ifancied that I perfectly understood, and I was not mistaken.Icomprehended that he inquired whence I came.I extended my arm, and pointed towards the road which had led me from the chasm in the rock; then an idea seized me.I drew forth my pocket-book, and sketched on one of its blank leaves a rough design of the ledge of the rock, the rope, myself clinging to it; then of the cavernous rock below, the head of the reptile, 17the lifeless form of my friend.I gave this primitive kind of hieroglyph to my interrogator, who, after inspecting it gravely, handed it to his next neighbour, and it thus passed round the group.The being I had at first encountered then said a few words, and the child, who approached and looked at my drawing, nodded as if he comprehended its purport, and, returning to the window, expanded the wings attached to his form, shook them once or twice, and then launched himself into space without.I started up in amaze and hastened to the window.The child was already in the air, buoyed on his wings, which he did not flap to and fro as a bird does, but which were elevated over his head, and seemed to bear him steadily aloft without effort of his own.His flight seemed as swift as an eagle's; and I observed that it was towards the rock whence Ihad descended, of which the outline loomed visible in the brilliant atmosphere.In a very few minutes he returned, skimming through the opening from which he had gone, and dropping on the floor the rope and grappling-hooks I had left at the descent from the chasm.Some words in a low tone passed between the being present; one of the group touched an automaton, which started forward and glided from the room; then the last comer, who had addressed me by gestures, rose, took me by the hand, and led me into the corridor.There the platform by which I had mounted awaited us; we placed ourselves on it and were lowered into the hall below.My new companion, still holding me by the hand, conducted me from the building into a street (so to speak) that stretched beyond it, with buildings on either side, separated from each other by gardens bright with rich-coloured vegetation and strange flowers.
Interspersed amidst these gardens, which were divided from each other by low walls, or walking slowly along the road, were many forms similar to those I had already seen.Some of the passers-by, on observing me, approached my guide, evidently by their tones, looks, and gestures addressing to him inquiries 18about myself.In a few moments a crowd collected around us, examining me with great interest, as if I were some rare wild animal.Yet even in gratifying their curiosity they preserved a grave and courteous demeanour; and after a few words from my guide, who seemed to me to deprecate obstruction in our road, they fell back with a stately inclination of head, and resumed their own way with tranquil indifference.Midway in this thoroughfare we stopped at a building that differed from those we had hitherto passed, inasmuch as it formed three sides of a vast court, at the angles of which were lofty pyramidal towers;in the open space between the sides was a circular fountain of colossal dimensions, and throwing up a dazzling spray of what seemed to me fire.We entered the building through an open doorway and came into an enormous hall, in which were several groups of children, all apparently employed in work as at some great factory.There was a huge engine in the wall which was in full play, with wheels and cylinders resembling our own steam-engines, except that it was richly ornamented with precious stones and metals, and appeared to emanate a pale phosphorescent atmosphere of shifting light.Many of the children were at some mysterious work on this machinery, others were seated before tables.I was not allowed to linger long enough to examine into the nature of their employment.Not one young voice was heard- not one young face turned to gaze on us.
They were all still and indifferent as may be ghosts, through the midst of which pass unnoticed the forms of the living.
