I had nearly a quarter’s pension in hand, and with this I fee’d
Arowhena’s maid, and bribed the Queen’s foreman—who would, I believe,
have given me assistance even without a bribe. He helped me to secrete
food and wine in the bags of ballast, and on the morning of my ascent
he kept the other workmen out of the way while I got Arowhena into the
car. She came with early dawn, muffled up, and in her maid’s dress. She
was supposed to be gone to an early performance at one of the Musical
Banks, and told me that she should not be missed till breakfast, but
that her absence must then be discovered. I arranged the ballast about
her so that it should conceal her as she lay at the bottom of the car,
and covered her with wrappings. Although it still wanted some hours of
the time fixed for my ascent, I could not trust myself one moment from
the car, so I got into it at once, and watched the gradual inflation of
the balloon. Luggage I had none, save the provisions hidden in the
ballast bags, the books of mythology, and the treatises on the
machines, with my own manuscript diaries and translations.
I sat quietly, and awaited the hour fixed for my departure—quiet
outwardly, but inwardly I was in an agony of suspense lest Arowhena’s
absence should be discovered before the arrival of the King and Queen,
who were to witness my ascent. They were not due yet for another two
hours, and during this time a hundred things might happen, any one of
which would undo me.
At last the balloon was full; the pipe which had filled it was removed,
the escape of the gas having been first carefully precluded. Nothing
remained to hinder the balloon from ascending but the hands and weight
of those who were holding on to it with ropes. I strained my eyes for
the coming of the King and Queen, but could see no sign of their
approach. I looked in the direction of Mr. Nosnibor’s house—there was
nothing to indicate disturbance, but it was not yet breakfast time. The
crowd began to gather; they were aware that I was under the displeasure
of the court, but I could detect no signs of my being unpopular. On the
contrary, I received many kindly expressions of regard and
encouragement, with good wishes as to the result of my journey.
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