Symzonia: Voyage of DiscoverySeaborn, Adam, Captain
Science
Symzonia: Voyage of Discovery
Seaborn, Adam, Captain
Science fiction; Voyages, Imaginary
I remembered that, on being honoured with an audience of a sublime
sovereign of the Mussulman empire, it was particularly enjoined upon
me by the vizier, not to take my hat off, nor to sit cross-legged,
the etiquette of the court forbidding any one to do so in the presence
of the sovereign; and showing the top of the head or bottom of the
feet being considered an insult to that exalted personage. Happily I
recalled to my mind all those weighty matters; and now, that I might
not be guilty of insult to this new found people, I stood bolt upright,
kept my hat on, and pulled my nose stoutly.
This had the desired effect. Several persons from within the building
assembled on the platform of the portico. They stared much at me,
which convinced me they were people of high fashion; conversed eagerly
with one another, and seemed undetermined how to act. More than one
hundred men collected, before any one showed any disposition to advance
even to the front of the portico; and on the other hand, I dared not
advance towards them, lest I should again put them all to flight,
being already sensible that it was my dark and hideous appearance that
created so much distrust amongst these beautiful natives, I therefore
kept my position, occasionally pulling my nose out of politeness.
Full twenty minutes passed in this suspense; when one of the group,
a man near five feet high, came to the threshold of the platform, and,
raising his hand to his forehead, he brought it down to the point
of his nose, and waved it gracefully in salutation, with a slight
inclination of the body, but without actually pulling the nose as I
had done. At the same time he spoke to me, in a soft, shrill, musical
voice. His language was as unintelligible to me as the notes of a
singing bird; but his mode of salutation was not. I caught it with
the aptness of a monkey, returned his courtesy after his own fashion,
and answered him in English, with as soft a whine as I could affect,
that my rude voice might not offend his ears.
Seeing him still in doubt whether it was a mortal or a goblin that
stood before him, I bethought me to show him that I had some sense
of a Supreme Being. I therefore fell on my knees, with my hands
and eyes upraised to heaven, in the attitude of prayer. This was
distinctly understood. It produced a shout of joy which was followed
by the immediate prostration of the whole party, who seemed absorbed
in devotion for a few minutes. They then rose, and the one who had
first advanced came towards me. I stood still to receive him, and as
he walked close up to me, I extended my hand to ascertain if a thing
so fair were tangible. He put out his hand, and seized mine with a grip
that made me start; but instantly let it go again, and gazed upon me.
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