Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
As we fled onward, holding our three-sided formation, I wondered
momentarily what that other American force was now doing that was
heading in the same way toward Peking, and then my wonder passed as
another great glow of white light showed itself ahead and to the
south. It was Paris, we knew, a great air-city as large as London and
outranked in size only by the three colossal air-capitals of the world.
But it was not Paris, either, that was our goal, and we veered now
to the north somewhat to avoid it, flying on at such a great height
and distance from it as to pass far beyond the reach of the great
searchlight beams that swung and circled from it as they had done from
London. Then it too had dropped behind to the south, and regardless now
of the other air-cities that we glimpsed far off in the night, we were
rushing eastward high above what had once been France, were speeding
forward at the same tremendous height on the last lap of our daring
journey.
Now other masses of air-traffic were manifesting themselves far beneath
us, as squadrons of moving lights, but neither Macklin nor Hilliard
nor I, nor any in our ships, were paying attention to these, all our
souls centered on the horizon ahead, on the dim darkness of night that
stretched before us. Gazing out into that darkness, my two friends
beside me, as tense as I leaned, there at the bridge-room's windows as
our droning flight of ships sped on. Nothing dispelled that darkness
but the dim starlight from above, but now, as we gazed forth, we
became aware of a faint light coming feebly toward us from far ahead,
a faint light that seemed like a great, feebly-glowing cloud in the
darkness, and that was intensifying in radiance with each moment that
we rushed toward it. The glowing cloud seemed to sink steadily as we
sped on, seeming to become lower until from our own ten-mile height
we saw at last that it was hanging at a height of four miles from the
earth. And swiftly it was growing in size, ahead and beneath us, until
as we neared it high above, it changed suddenly to our eyes from a
great glowing cloud of light to a colossal circle of uprushing white
radiance, a mighty circular city floating there in mid-air, that was as
huge as New York itself, and that blazed in the night before us as our
own city was wont to blaze.
"Berlin!"
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