Meleager : $b A fantasyVaughan, Herbert M. (Herbert Millingchamp)
Philosophy
Meleager : $b A fantasy
Vaughan, Herbert M. (Herbert Millingchamp)
Kings and rulers -- Fiction; Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction
At length the Arch-priest took his departure, and I spent the remainder
of the day agreeably enough in the society of Hiridia, whom I set to
teach me the names of every object in sight. I had already requested
the Arch-priest for pen and ink and paper, and after a visible
tendency to demur he had yielded to my demand, a plentiful supply
of beautifully prepared rolls of vellum, an ink-horn and some quill
pens being brought me. I now wrote down phonetically the name of each
thing supplied me by Hiridia, placing its English equivalent opposite.
I was quite astonished at my progress in the course of a few hours'
application of this nature, and the sun was low in the western sky
when my patient tutor made respectful signs to me to rise and follow
him. I soon grasped his intention, for he led me through the gardens
to an open court where two young nobles were playing at some sort of
hand-ball. A slave now removed my mantle and tunic, to exchange them
for a short linen garment, whilst a pair of hard leather gloves were
likewise supplied me. We four now fell to play with zest a game that
was so reminiscent of the hand-fives of my school-days that I learned
the science, the rules and the method of scoring in a very short space.
I thoroughly enjoyed the healthy exercise, which in due course produced
a copious perspiration, and thus we amused ourselves till the final
sinking of the sun brought our game to a close for lack of light. At
this moment I heard the prolonged blare of a distant trumpet, and
straightway perceived my three companions sink to their knees for a
short but silent prayer. Then they rose and led me to the thermal baths
attached to the palace, where I indulged in a further bout of sweating
followed by a plunge in cool water. After resting I dressed myself
again, and with an excellent appetite made my way to the banqueting
hall, where I partook of the last meal of the day. On this occasion a
band of professional players with unfamiliar instruments provided us
with music, which I found neither better nor worse than many of the
concerts I had been obliged to attend at various times upon Earth.
Pleasantly fatigued, at last I sought my bed-chamber to ponder over my
late experiences of the first twenty-four conscious hours I had spent
on the planet of Meleager.
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