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
"So, gentlemen!" said the learned judge, "you stand convicted--no, I
mean accused, of a most horrible, heinous, and sacrilegious offence--an
offence that makes our hair start with horror from our heads, and every
separate lock rise up in vengeance against you." The justice paused,
that the prisoners might admire his eloquence; but, alas! such was the
absorbing nature of self-love, that they were only thinking of what
was going to be done with them, and to what this terrible exordium
was likely to lead. After a short pause, Edric, supposing they were
expected to speak, addressed the judge, and begged to know of what
crime they were accused.
"We are strangers," said he, "and gentlemen. We were attracted to your
country by an account of the wonders it contained; we declared our
purposes openly; we have affected no concealment; and we have done
nothing we need blush to avow--"
A confused murmur ran through the court as he spoke, expressive of the
utmost disgust and abhorrence; Edric felt indignant, and he looked
round proudly as he added:--
"Yes, I repeat we have done nothing we need blush to avow, and nothing
derogatory to our characters as Englishmen and gentlemen."
"Sorcerers! wizards! demons in disguise!" cried the crowd. "Down with
them! burn them! guillotine them! destroy them!"
"Is this fair? is this generous?" asked Edric. "If we have done wrong,
let our crime be proved, and we are ready to submit to any punishment
you may think proper to inflict; but do not condemn us unheard. In
England, every man is deemed innocent until he be proved guilty. You
boast of having imported and improved upon all the useful regulations
of the mother country, and cannot surely have omitted her most glorious
law. Let us then have a fair trial, and God forbid that the course of
justice should be impeded."
"You talk well, Sir," said the judge; "but it's of no use here. My
chair, Sir, is made of witch-elm, and the whole court is lined with
consecrated wood; so you may take your familiars to another market, for
here they will avail you nothing."
"Good God!" exclaimed Edric, wringing his hands, "what ignorance! what
gross superstition! And yet, in this man's power are our lives!"
"Oh! oh!" said the judge, who saw his despair, though he did not
exactly know the cause; "I have brought you to, have I? Yes, yes; I
tell you, no incantations will be of any avail here; and so, clerk,
call the witnesses--"
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