The chariot of the sun : $b a fantasyPocock, Roger
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The chariot of the sun : $b a fantasy
Pocock, Roger
Canadian fiction; Speculative fiction
"We found this ship, the _Coronation_, at Chicago, and the wreck of
the _Revenge_ fought a squadron of electric battleships before we
captured our prize. With the _Coronation_ I reduced Chicago to
terms, then, manned and equipped, set out to find me a fleet. Ship
after ship I found in the American cities, captured, manned,
provisioned, and drilled them for war. I wonder I ever lived through
that delay, knowing that the League had invaded England, that London
was besieged, that any moment news might come--that I was too late."
He pressed the back of her hand against his lips. "I had command of
the air, and nineteen etheric ships of the line when at last I left
America. At Lyonesse I embarked ten thousand men, advanced on
London, and saw the Royal Standard still floating above the towers of
the Palace. I destroyed the Siberian Fleet; didn't you hear the
explosion of their battleships, my royal salute to the Flag? And
then with a landing party I entered the Palace at last, groping
through the smoke and the darkness, trying to find the throne-room,
wild with fright lest I should be too late. Oh, say that you love
me, Margaret!"
"I am your prisoner," she answered, softly.
"Prisoner of war."
"Prisoner of love," he cried.
"Prisoner of love," she looked into his eyes. "I was such a prisoner
long, long ago. What else, do you think, kept me alive, save that I
hoped you would come back again. Indeed, I do love you. Go, dear,
or I shall cry."
So Brand was sent away knowing that he had conquered all the world,
and that the world is the shadow of God, being made of love.
* * * * *
A chair of state was set in the saloon of the _Coronation_, a guard
of honour drew up to receive her Majesty, then entered the masters
and engineers of Brand's etheric fleet, the seven Canadian
frontiersmen, and the seventeen men who remained of the Queen's
Blackguards. Two of these, Trooper Hylton and Trooper Browne, being
badly wounded, were borne in on stretchers. Then her Majesty
entered, wearing the uniform of the Guard for the last time, and the
American led her to her seat.
Brand presented his officers and the Canadians, and then our Lady
spoke to us.
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