The Lost ContinentHyne, Charles John Cutcliffe Wright
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The Lost Continent
Hyne, Charles John Cutcliffe Wright
Atlantis (Legendary place) -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Lost continents -- Fiction; Science fiction
But presently came the two wonders of all that dazzling spectacle. From
out of the eclipse of the houses there swung into the open no less a
beast than a huge bull mammoth. The sight had sufficient surprise in it
almost to make me start. Many a time during my life had I led hunts
to kill the mammoth, when a herd of them had raided some village or
cornland under my charge. I had seen the huge brutes in the wild ground,
shaggy, horrid, monstrous; more fierce than even the cave-tiger or the
cave-bear; most dangerous beast of all that fight with man for dominion
of the earth, save only for a few of the greater lizards. And here
was this creature, a giant even amongst mammoths, yet tame as any
well-whipped slave, and bearing upon its back a great half-castle of
gold, stamped with the outstretched hand, and bedecked with silver
snakes. Its murderous tusks were gilded, its hairy neck was garlanded
with flowers, and it trod on in the procession as though assisting at
such pageantry was the beginning and end of its existence. Its tameness
seemed a fitting symbol of the masterful strength of this new ruler of
Atlantis.
Simultaneously with the mammoth, there came into sight that other and
greater wonder, the mammoth’s mistress, the Empress Phorenice. The beast
took my eye at the first, from its very uncouth hugeness, from its
show of savage power restrained; but the lady who sat in the golden
half-castle on its lofty back quickly drew away my gaze, and held it
immovable from then onwards with an infinite attraction.
I stood to my feet when the people first shouted at Phorenice’s
approach, and remained in the porchway of my scarlet pavilion till her
vast steed had halted in the centre of the square, and then I advanced
across the pavement towards her.
“On your knees, my lord,” said one of the chamberlains behind me, in a
scared whisper.
“At least with bent head,” urged another.
But I had my own notions of what is due to one’s own self-respect in
these matters, and I marched across the bare open space with head erect,
giving the Empress gaze for gaze. She was clearly summing me up. I was
frankly doing the like by her. Gods! but those few short seconds made me
see a woman such as I never imagined could have lived.
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