Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
"'Thou knowest a woman little. It is not a handsome face altogether
that draws or fascinates her heart; but open, winning ways, sympathies,
and devoted love--love that her instincts tell her is true and
unselfish; these be the things that gain her favour,' she answered, as
we passed on towards the Palace, where we parted until such time as the
nuptial ceremonies commenced.
"Never before did time pass away so slowly as those few hours that
intervened between noon and sunset on this my wedding-day. Each moment
was flighted with lead, each hour seemed ages to me who impatiently
waited their course to run. All day long the Palace bells, at
intervals, rang out glad bridal tidings, and those of Edos echoed
back the stirring music. The city was _en fête_ to-day. The only
daughter of Gathma's King was beloved of the people, and each man and
woman of Edos, dames and nobles of high degree, strove hard to make
her bridal day replete with joy and happiness. The Palace swarmed
with guests. From near and far they made its stately halls their
rendez-vous or perfumes and fabrics of priceless worth--tributes of
respect and love to the daughter of their King. Then troop after troop
of soldiers entered the Palace gates, many dressed in uniforms and with
accoutrements entirely unknown to me--garrisons from far-off places,
summoned to do honour at the coming ceremony and feast."
[1] At last the sun proclaimed the advent of evening, from the
cloudless west, as he sank toward the mountain crests. All interest
now was centred within the magnificent Hall of Ceremonies, a vast
and lofty chamber in the western wing of the Palace. Here a great
throng of guests had assembled to witness the brilliant nuptials. No
word of ours can hope to describe the overwhelming splendours of that
wondrous Hall, as the last rays of the setting sun streamed through
the gorgeously-coloured windows, upon what was literally one blaze of
sparkling jewels. Not a guest was there who did not scintillate with
precious stones, cunningly arranged to harmonise with their rich and
many-coloured raiment. Then the delicate light-blue draperies, that
hung in graceful folds round the entrances, contrasted well with the
slender pillars of gold that shot upwards, fashioned like tree-trunks,
to support the roof. In niches round the walls were arranged groups
of statuary, all carved in the famous flesh-tinted marble, and on
the walls themselves were paintings of fair women and handsome men,
of strange landscapes, of fruits and flowers, of beasts and winged
creatures--all drawn with marvellous skill and exceeding beauty. Nearly
one quarter of this mighty Hall was still empty of people. The guests,
who must have numbered nearly a hundred thousand, were all seated; the
reserved space at the end of the Hall was for those engaged in the
nuptial ceremony.
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