On the issue of the Battle of Aeria, Olga and, under her unnaturally
acquired influence, the Sultan, had staked the empire of the world
and lost it. Before the fight had been raging many hours even she was
forced to admit that Aeria was impregnable to any assault that she
could deliver. But when the Aerians began to practise the desperate
tactics of the second day it became manifest that nothing but
annihilation awaited the invading fleet, out-matched as it was in speed
and gun-power by the new Aerian warships and the land batteries.
With eyes burning with rage and envy she had watched through her
glasses the incomparable _Alma_ floating serenely at her unattainable
altitude far above the battle-storm, and she had pictured Alan, her
former slave, standing upon her deck perhaps--bitterest thought of
all--with his wedded love beside him, and like a very arbiter of war
hurling his destroying lightnings far and wide upon her ships until
the supreme moment came in which he would descend like a very god from
the upper air, and, hand in hand with Alma, strike the last terrible
blow which would end the last conflict of man with man and leave
neither friend nor foe alive to tell what the issue had been.
It would be a glorious end, worthy of him and the splendid traditions
of his race, and she loathed herself for the craven fear that had
seized upon her in the fateful hour of battle, and made her incapable
of challenging the same fate at his hands. Khalid himself would have
done so without hesitation, but she had robbed him of his manhood and
debased him, as she had debased every other human being that had fallen
under her influence.
She had spent nearly the whole of the night of the 22nd on deck,
and when the awful radiance of the Fire-Cloud was for the last time
succeeded by the light of day, even her haughty spirit had at last
bowed before the supernatural terrors that were multiplying about her.
For the first time since she had brought bloodshed back into the world
a thrill of panic shuddered through her soul, and, for the first time,
she learnt the meaning of fear.
Then, too, came a longing which for the time being overmastered
all other considerations. The elementary animal instinct of
self-preservation rose up within her with irresistible force and
conquered the hate and the ambition whose objects would have vanished
when another sun had risen.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account