Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in Laurania — John Shaqi
Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in LauraniaChurchill, Winston
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Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in Laurania
Churchill, Winston
Political fiction; Revolutions -- Fiction
There was a moment's pause, a sharp order and a loud explosion,
followed by screams. The man in the straw hat bent backwards and fell
on the ground; other figures also subsided and lay still in curiously
twisted postures. Every one else except the soldiers fled; fortunately
there were many exits to the square, and in a few minutes it was almost
deserted. The President's carriage made its way through the flying
crowd to the gates of the palace, which were guarded by more soldiers,
and passed through in safety.
All was now over. The spirit of the mob was broken and the wide
expanse of Constitution Square was soon nearly empty. Forty bodies and
some expended cartridges lay on the ground. Both had played their part
in the history of human developement and passed out of the
considerations of living men. Nevertheless the soldiers picked up the
empty cases, and presently some police came with carts and took the
other things away, and all was quiet again in Laurania.
CHAPTER II.
THE HEAD OF THE STATE.
The carriage and its escort passed the ancient gateway and driving
through a wide courtyard drew up at the entrance of the palace. The
President alighted. He fully appreciated the importance of retaining
the good will and support of the army, and immediately walked up to the
officer who commanded the Lancers. "None of your men hurt, I trust,"
he said.
"Nothing serious, General," replied the subaltern.
"You handled your troop with great judgment and courage. It shall be
remembered. But it is easy to lead brave men; they shall not be
forgotten. Ah, Colonel, you are quite right to come to me. I
anticipated some trouble with the disaffected classes, so soon as it
became known that we were still determined to maintain law and order in
the State." These last words were spoken to a dark, bronzed man who
had hurriedly entered the courtyard by a side gate. Colonel Sorrento,
for such was the newcomer's name, was the military chief of the Police.
Besides filling this important office, he discharged the duties of
War-Minister to the Republic. The combination enabled the civil power
to be supplemented by the military with great and convenient
promptitude, whenever it was necessary or desirable to take strong
measures. The arrangement was well suited to the times. Usually
Sorrento was calm and serene. He had seen many engagements and much
war of the type which knows no quarter, had been several times wounded,
and was regarded as a brave and callous man. But there is something
appalling in the concentrated fury of a mob, and the Colonel's manner
betrayed the fact that he was not quite proof against it.
"Are you wounded, Sir?" he asked, catching sight of the President's
face.
"It is nothing,--a stone; but they were very violent. Some one had
roused them; I had hoped to get away before the news was known. Who
was it spoke to them?"
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