An apartment of magnificent proportions was before me. In size I should
say that it approximated a cube of a hundred feet. It was lighted from
above through a ceiling of transparent mosaics, arranged in superb
designs, apparently emblematic of historical events. The walls had been
carved out of the solid rock in pictorial cameos. These pictures
surrounded the room. They were perfect in delineation, and of
unparalleled workmanship. The floor was laid in rich mosaics, also
arranged in pictorial form, and the light from above was just strong
enough to add a mystery to the scene. Never had I dreamed of anything
so wonderful. In all this vast apartment, above, below, and upon every
hand, there was such lavish decoration that the eye was bewildered; it
was impossible to take it in.
As I stood there, marveling, gazing, I seemed to be the only living
creature in this great silent hall, and by degrees, as I gained courage,
I wandered on toward the center of the floor, trying to take in and
understand the marvelous scene, but as I have said, it was impossible to
comprehend it at a glance, or even to perceive the details of more than
a small part of what actually existed.
I had reached a point about halfway across the floor, my head strained
at every angle in reviewing the marvels around me, when suddenly I was
startled by a sight that made my heart give one great leap. Upon a
slightly raised dais, surrounding the room, I had observed not less than
a hundred richly decorated chairs. These were carved, gilded, bejeweled
and caparisoned in a manner that made it difficult to tell exactly what
they were, but I had decided that they were seats, and intended to
examine them a little later. Imagine, therefore, my horror to discover
that upon each chair sat a human being, so strange, so mysterious, and
of so awful an aspect, with gilded and painted faces, that I had not
recognized them before. Indeed these creatures were so richly robed,
and in that respect so closely resembled their surroundings that it was
only when one of them moved that I discovered my mistake. I had been
watched then from the moment of entering the room. There was nothing to
do but apologize for my intrusion; explain my errand, and retreat as
gracefully as possible.
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