The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and TreasonLe Queux, William
Science
The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and Treason
Le Queux, William
Science fiction
As the lever was drawn and the rusty cogs ran into one another, the whole
mass of rock damming the lake above the small cascade where it fell into
the river, gradually rose, like a great sluice gate, allowing the waters
to escape and empty themselves, roaring and tumbling, into the winding
river beside which we had journeyed. It was an amazing transformation, as
imposing as it was unexpected. A few seconds before, the river, shallow
and peaceful, fed by its tiny cascade, rippled away over its pebbly bed;
now, however, with the great volume of water from the lake it rose so
rapidly that the swirling, boiling current overflowed its banks,
sweeping everything before it.
Nor was this the only result of pressing the lever, for at the opposite
end of the lake a similar outlet opened, and as I looked I saw the water
falling with a rapidity that was astounding. Hydraulic power was
evidently known to these strange semi-civilized people, yet the actual
means by which the lake was so rapidly emptied I was unable to discover,
all the machinery being hidden away in some subterranean chamber.
"By what cunning device is this accomplished?" I inquired of Omar, who
stood regarding the disappearing flood with satisfaction.
"This mechanism was invented ages ago by one of my ancestors," he
answered. "Its exact date no man can tell. But here water is given
mastery over itself, and so careful was its constructor to preserve the
secret of its existence that the slaves and workmen, all criminals, were
kept close prisoners during the whole time they were at work, and on its
completion they were all, without a single exception, killed, in order
that none should know the secret save the reigning Naba and his heir."
"They were murdered then!"
"They were all criminals who for various serious crimes had been
condemned to death. It is said they numbered over two hundred," Omar
answered.
But even as he had been speaking the water of the lake had so drained
away that its clean stony bottom was now revealed, the pebbles being
exposed in large patches here and there, while the deeper pools remaining
were alive with water-snakes and fish of all kinds. There seemed but
little mud, yet in the very centre of the great basin was a patch of
pebbles and rock higher than the remainder, standing like a small island
that, before the lever had been touched, had been submerged. Leading the
way, Omar descended to the edge of the lake, skirted it for some little
distance, until he came to a long row of flat stones placed together,
forming stepping-stones to the miniature island.
"Come," he said. "Follow me," and starting off we were soon crossing the
bed of the lake, being compelled to advance cautiously owing to the
slippery nature of the weeds and water-plants that overgrew the stones.
On gaining the island, however, a fresh surprise awaited me, for Omar,
halting amid the mud in the centre, exclaimed:
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