The Door in the Wall, and Other Stories — John Shaqi
The Door in the Wall, and Other StoriesWells, H. G. (Herbert George)
Science
The Door in the Wall, and Other Stories
Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
Fantasy fiction, English; Science fiction, English; Short stories
Over Asia it was the star had begun to fall behind the movement of the
sky, and then suddenly, as it hung over India, its light had been
veiled. All the plain of India from the mouth of the Indus to the
mouths of the Ganges was a shallow waste of shining water that night,
out of which rose temples and palaces, mounds and hills, black with
people. Every minaret was a clustering mass of people, who fell one by
one into the turbid waters, as heat and terror overcame them. The whole
land seemed a-wailing and suddenly there swept a shadow across that
furnace of despair, and a breath of cold wind, and a gathering of
clouds, out of the cooling air. Men looking up, near blinded, at the
star, saw that a black disc was creeping across the light. It was the
moon, coming between the star and the earth. And even as men cried to
God at this respite, out of the East with a strange inexplicable
swiftness sprang the sun. And then star, sun and moon rushed together
across the heavens.
So it was that presently, to the European watchers, star and sun rose
close upon each other, drove headlong for a space and then slower, and
at last came to rest, star and sun merged into one glare of flame at
the zenith of the sky. The moon no longer eclipsed the star but was
lost to sight in the brilliance of the sky. And though those who were
still alive regarded it for the most part with that dull stupidity that
hunger, fatigue, heat and despair engender, there were still men who
could perceive the meaning of these signs. Star and earth had been at
their nearest, had swung about one another, and the star had passed.
Already it was receding, swifter and swifter, in the last stage of its
headlong journey downward into the sun.
And then the clouds gathered, blotting out the vision of the sky, the
thunder and lightning wove a garment round the world; all over the
earth was such a downpour of rain as men had never before seen, and
where the volcanoes flared red against the cloud canopy there descended
torrents of mud. Everywhere the waters were pouring off the land,
leaving mud-silted ruins, and the earth littered like a storm-worn
beach with all that had floated, and the dead bodies of the men and
brutes, its children. For days the water streamed off the land,
sweeping away soil and trees and houses in the way, and piling huge
dykes and scooping out Titanic gullies over the country side. Those
were the days of darkness that followed the star and the heat. All
through them, and for many weeks and months, the earthquakes continued.
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