All over the valley, villas and palaces of marble were scattered in
cool ravines and on shaded, wooded slopes; and as far as her eye could
reach, vast expanses of garden land, emerald pastures, and golden corn
fields stretched away over hill and vale, until the most remote were
met by the cool, dark forests which clothed the middle slopes of the
all-encircling mountains, and themselves gave place higher up to dark,
frowning precipices, vast walls of living rock, rising thousands of
feet sheer upwards, and ending in the mighty peaks which stood like
eternal sentinels guarding this enchanted realm.
If she had had her will, she would have gazed for ever upon this
delightful scene; but the spirit of the dream was not to be controlled,
and it faded from her sight just as the picture of death and desolation
had done. As it faded away, Alan, who had now come back to her side,
laid his hand upon her shoulder, and, looking at her with mournful
eyes, said wearily--
“That was your first and last glimpse of heaven. Now comes the
judgment!”
As he spoke, the air-ship soared upwards again, and was instantly
enveloped in a cloud of impenetrable darkness. She sped on and on in
utter silence through the gloom, which was so dense that it seemed
to cast the rays of the ship’s electric lights back upon her as she
floated amidst it. Presently the deathlike silence was broken by a low,
weird sound, that seemed like a wail of universal agony rising up from
the earth beneath.
Then, far ahead and high up in the sky, appeared a faint light, which
grew and brightened until the darkness melted away before it; and Olga
saw the air-ship floating near enough to the earth for her to see that
all its vegetation was withered and yellow, and the beds of its streams
almost dry, with only little, thin rivulets trickling sluggishly along
them.
Millions of people seemed wandering listlessly and aimlessly about the
streets of the cities and the parched fields of the open country, ever
and anon stretching their hands as though in appeal up to the dark,
moonless sky, in which the fearful shape of light and fiery mist was
growing every moment brighter and vaster.
It grew and grew until it arched half the horizon with its tremendous
curve; and then out of the midst of it came a huge, dazzling globe of
fire, from the rim of which shot forth great flames of every colour,
some of which seemed to descend to the surface of the earth like long
fiery tongues that licked up the seething lakes in wreathing clouds of
steam, which hissed and roared as they rose like ascending cataracts.
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