In the Wrong Paradise, and Other StoriesLang, Andrew
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In the Wrong Paradise, and Other Stories
Lang, Andrew
Paranormal fiction; Science fiction, English; Short stories; Slavery -- Fiction
Now I was dressed, as fittingly as possible in the circumstances, but I
felt that my chief need was a bed to lie down upon. I did not wish to
sleep in the bath-room, so, taking my torch from the stand in which I had
placed it, I sallied forth into the corridors, attired as I have
described, and carrying my coat under my arm. A distant light, and the
noise of females giggling, which increased most indecorously as I drew
near, attracted my attention. Walking in the direction of the sounds, I
soon discovered the two young women to whose charge I had been committed
by the chief. They appeared to be in high spirits, and, seizing my arms
before I could offer any resistance, they dragged me at a great pace down
the passage and out into the verandah. Here the air was very fragrant
and balmy, and a kind of comfortable "shakedown" of mattresses, covered
with coloured blankets, had been laid for me in a corner. I lay down as
soon as the sound of the young women's merriment died out in the
distance, and after the extraordinary events of the night, I was soon
sleeping as soundly as if I had been in my father's house at Hackney
Wick.
V. A STRANGER ARRIVES.
When I wakened next morning, wonderfully refreshed by sleep and the
purity of the air, I had some difficulty in remembering where I was and
how I came there in such a peculiar costume. But the voices of the
servants in the house, and the general stir of people going to and fro,
convinced me that I had better be up and ready to put my sickle into this
harvest of heathen darkness. Little did I think how soon the heathen
darkness would be trying to put the sickle into me! I made my way with
little difficulty, being guided by the sound of the running water, to the
bath-room, and thence into the gardens. These were large and remarkably
well arranged in beds and plots of flowers and fruit-trees. I
particularly admired a fountain in the middle, which watered the garden,
and supplied both the chief's house and the town. Returning by way of
the hall, I met the chief, who, saluting me gravely, motioned me to one
of many small tables on which was set a bowl of milk, some cakes, and
some roasted kid's flesh.
After I had done justice to this breakfast, he directed me to follow him,
and, walking before me with his gold-knobbed staff in his hand, passed
out of the shady court into the public square. Here we found a number of
aged men seated on unpleasantly smooth and cold polished stones in a
curious circle of masonry. They were surrounded by a crowd of younger
men, shouting, laughing, and behaving with all the thoughtless levity and
merriment of a Polynesian mob. They became silent as the chief
approached, and the old men rose from their places till he had taken a
kind of rude throne in the circle.
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