Probably you will better understand that scene which I have just
described--that in the utter darkness--and better understand that one
which was so soon to follow when I say that one of their old prophets,
as it is recorded in their sacred writings, foretold a time when the
light is to go out to shine no more--a time when Drome is to be in a
darkness that will last forever and forever.
The song ended, Drorathusa came over and placed herself between Rhodes
and me; and then we quitted that landing-place, ascended a short flight
of steps, passed through a most beautiful court and then, having
ascended more steps, entered the palace itself.
Our little party was conducted straight to the throne-room.
And straight down the great central aisle we went and stood at last
before the queen herself.
[Illustration: And what were the thoughts of the queen as she saw
before her two men from another world?]
Chapter 41
A HUMAN RAPTOR
There is nothing, as we then saw, servile, debasing in Droman court
ceremonial. The meanest Droman, indeed, would never dream of kneeling
before his queen. A Droman kneels to no man or woman, but to the Deity
only.
The sovereign does not owe her queendom to birth, but to merit, or to
that which the Dromans deem as such. She is chosen, and she is chosen
queen for life, though, if she prove herself unfit for the throne,
the Dromans may remove her. I say she, and I mean she. The Salic law
excluded a woman from the throne of France; the Salic law of Drome
excludes a man; or, as the Dromans are wont to put it. "No man may be
queen." A proposition that even the most Socratical Droman philosopher,
and Drome has had many a one, has never been known to dispute!
As to the choosing of the Droman sovereign, I should perhaps explain
that every one does not have a voice in this. Beggars, prodigals,
sociophagites, dunces, nincompoops, fuddle-caps, half-wits,
no-wit-at-alls, sharpers, crooks, bunko-men, bandits, thieves, robbers,
highwaymen, burglars, crack-pots, fools, madmen and murderers, and some
others, are all (I know that this is perfectly incredible and awful,
but I solemnly assure you that it is a fact) interdicted the ballot.
Alas, it grieves me more than I could ever express to record so sad
an instance of benightment in a people in so many ways so truly
enlightened and broadminded. But I take pride in saying that, when I
had attained to something like a real knowledge of the Droman tongue,
I described to Lathendra Lepraylya herself, at the first opportunity
and in the most glowing and eulogistical language at my command, though
confining myself strictly to the truth, how beautifully we did those
things in the World Above.
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