The Goddess of Atvatabar: Being the history of the discovery of the interior world and conquest of AtvatabarBradshaw, William Richard
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The Goddess of Atvatabar: Being the history of the discovery of the interior world and conquest of Atvatabar
Bradshaw, William Richard
Science fiction
Long ere we reached Calnogor we discovered the royal army already
marshalled to meet us. It lay above the city in globes of wayleals and
bockhockids still more prodigious than ours. It was composed of three
armies, ranged one above the other, and each army being equal in
numbers to our own. Thus, forming a solid parallelogram of amazing
magnificence, the royal army awaited our onset. Its bockhockids,
formed in ten globes of ten thousand in each, and led by
Grasnagallipas, the lord of invention, were the flower of the army,
and occupied a central position, where possibly they would do the
greatest damage to us. High overhead in a chair of state, supported by
twenty wayleals, sat Coltonobory, commander-in-chief of those immense
legions that were ready to do battle for the defeat of the cause of
their late goddess and the honor of their king.
The sight of two such armies of winged gladiators sweeping toward each
other in revolving globes was one of breathless interest. The
approaching fight was a question of life or death to both combatants.
Defeat to Aldemegry Bhoolmakar meant possibly the loss of crown and
kingdom, and our defeat meant the annihilation of the party of reform
and the cause of Lyone. We were eager to begin the fight without
delay.
To obtain greater freedom of action, I led the army up into the region
where there was no gravity. The movement was followed by a similar
movement on the part of the royal armies, who rose like a swarm of
locusts to meet us. The noise of so many wings in motion was like that
of a roaring storm, and formed an inspiring accompaniment to the music
that rang upon the sunlit air.
Here, fifty miles above the white city beneath, both armies closed
upon each other. There was a fearful yell of "Bhoolmakar!" answered by
as loud a shout of "Lyone!"
Our army was literally buried in the centre of the enemy. The
impetuous priests of Egyplosis and the no less eager priestesses
performed prodigies of valor.
Our mitrailleuses were a complete surprise to the enemy. Thousands of
their wayleals were killed ere they could deliver a blow with their
spears.
There was considerable slaughter on both sides, but the enemy depended
largely on their magnic spears and shields, while we handled our guns
with terrible effect.
The volunteer army under Hushnoly suffered greatly by the
demoralization caused by the enemy's bockhockids under Grasnagallipas.
The terrible legs of those machines destroyed the military formation
of our wayleals, producing a continuous panic, and permitting the
enemy's wayleals to work a ghastly slaughter in their broken ranks. In
revenge our bockhockids with their more deadly weapons literally tore
their globes to pieces. Notwithstanding our superior arms, the greater
numbers of the enemy made them a match for us.
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