Surely there was no passing through such a barrier as this? ... he
thought wonderingly; nevertheless Lysia and Sah-luma still went on, and
he--as perforce he was compelled--still followed. Arrived at the foot
of the huge erection that towered above him like a steep cliff of
molten gems, he fancied he heard a faint sound behind it as of clinking
glasses and boisterous laughter, but before he had time to consider
what this might mean, Lysia laid her hand lightly on a small,
protruding knob of crystal, pressed it, and lo! ... the whole massive
structure yawned open suddenly without any noise, suspending itself as
it were in sparkling festoons of purple stalactites over the
voluptuously magnificent scene disclosed.
At first it was difficult to discern more than a gorgeous maze of
swaying light and color as though a great field of tulips in full bloom
should be seen waving to and fro in the breath of a soft wind; but
gradually this bewildering dazzle of gold and green, violet and
crimson, resolved itself into definite form and substance; and Theos,
standing beside his two companions on the elevated threshold of the
partition through which they had entered, was able to look down and
survey with tolerable composure the wondrous details of the glittering
picture--a picture that looked like a fairy-fantasy poised in a haze of
jewel-like radiance as of vaporized sapphire.
He saw beneath him a vast circular hall or amphitheatre, roofed in by a
lofty dome of richest malachite, from the centre of which was suspended
a huge globe of fire, that revolved with incredible swiftness, flinging
vivid, blood-red rays on the amber-colored silken carpets and
embroideries that strewed the floor below. The dome was supported by
rows upon rows of tall, tapering crystal columns, clear as translucent
water and green as the grass in spring, . . and between and beyond
these columns on the left-hand side there were large, oval-shaped
casements set wide open to the night, through which the gleam of a
broad lake laden with water-lilies could be seen shimmering in the
yellow moon. The middle of the hall was occupied by a round table
covered with draperies of gold, white, and green, and heaped with all
the costly accessories of a sumptuous banquet such as might have been
spread before the gods of Olympus in the full height of their legendary
prime. Here were the lovely hues of heaped-up fruit,--the tender bloom
of scattered flowers,--the glisten of jewelled flagons and goblets, the
flash of massive golden dishes carried aloft by black slaves attired in
white and crimson,--the red glow of poured-out wine; and here, in the
drowsy warmth, lounging on divans of velvet and embroidered satin,
eating, drinking, idly gossiping, loudly laughing, and occasionally
bursting into wild snatches of song, were a company of
brilliant-looking personages,--all men, all young, all handsome, all
richly clad, and all evidently bent on enjoying the pleasures offered
by the immediate hour.
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