The Mummy! A Tale of the Twenty-Second CenturyLoudon, Mrs. (Jane)
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The Mummy! A Tale of the Twenty-Second Century
Loudon, Mrs. (Jane)
Feminist fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-second century -- Fiction
The doctor and Edric, though they were fully aware that they were
principally indebted to the hatred the alcaide bore the present general
for the steps he had taken in their behalf, yet felt and expressed
themselves properly grateful; and the alcaide quitted the prison,
leaving the flatterer Hope behind to console them for his absence,
mingled, however, with the natural anxiety, which they could not help
feeling, lest the well-arranged plan laid for their escape should fail.
Morning had just dawned, after a tedious and miserable night, and the
doctor and Edric were yet shivering from the damp cold which often
precedes the break of day, and which now seemed to have struck a chill
to their inmost souls, when the door of the prison opened, and a file
of soldiers appeared, ready to conduct them to the place of execution.
The doctor's heart beat thick, so as almost to impede respiration, and
a heavy film spread before his eyes; whilst the agitation of Edric, who
had, however, now quite forgiven him, was scarcely inferior to his own.
Fervently they embraced, and then submitting to be pinioned, they were
forced to march to the spot appointed for their sacrifice, where an
immense crowd awaited their approach.
The doctor's heart sunk within him as he looked down from the kind of
terrace upon which the ceremony was to take place, upon the mass of
human heads jammed together below, every face regarding him with a
gaze of anxious expectation; and as he turned from these eager looks
with a thrill of horror, his feelings were yet more forcibly harrowed
up by the sight behind him. This was composed of two iron stakes
fixed firmly in the ground, and provided with ponderous chains so as
to prevent the remotest possibility of escape, whilst the enormous
heaps of green wood piled round each, gave a frightful idea of the
intensity of the lingering torments the unfortunate prisoners were
condemned to suffer. The mind of Edric, in the mean time, was not much
more composed than that of his friend. He also had looked round, and
whilst nature shuddered at the thought of the horrid death awaiting
them, the immensity and compactness of the crowd seemed to destroy all
probability of a rescue, and the hope which had till then supported
him, fled from his breast; whilst, as his eyes again met those of the
poor doctor, mournful, indeed, was the glance that they exchanged.
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