There was no help for it, and no one knew better than the Kaiser the
strength there was behind those quietly-spoken words. The awful lesson
of the night before had taught him that this beautiful cruiser of the
air which lay within a few yards of him could in a few moments rise into
the air and scatter indiscriminate death and destruction around her, and
so the flags came down, the old Jack once more went up, and Aldershot
was English ground again.
Wherefore, not to enter into unnecessary details, the _Auriole_, instead
of making the place a wilderness as Lord Kitchener had quite determined
to do, became an aerial pleasure yacht. Orderlies were sent to the
Russian, Austrian and French headquarters, and an hour later the chiefs
of the Allies were sitting in the deck saloon of the airship, flying at
about sixty miles an hour towards London.
The lunch at Buckingham Palace was an entirely friendly affair. King
Edward had intended it to be a sort of international shake-hands all
round. The King of Italy was present, as the _Columbia_ had been
despatched early in the morning to bring him from Rome, and had picked
up the French President on the way back at Paris. The King gave the
first and only toast, and that was:
"Your Majesties and Monsieur le President, in the name of Humanity, I
ask you to drink to Peace."
They drank, and so ended the last war that was ever fought on British
soil.
EPILOGUE
"AND ON EARTH, PEACE!"
On the morning of the thirtieth of April, the interest of the whole
world was centred generally upon Bolton, and particularly upon the
little spot of black earth enclosed by a ring of Bessemer furnaces in
the midst of which lay another ring, a ring of metal, the mouth of the
great cannon, whose one and only shot was to save or lose the world. At
a height of two thousand feet, twenty airships circled at varying
distances round the mouth of the gun, watching for the one _Flying Fish_
which had not been accounted for in the final fight.
The good town of Bolton itself was depopulated. For days past the comet
had been blazing brighter and brighter, even in the broad daylight, and
the reports which came pouring in every day from the observatories of
the world made it perfectly clear that Lennard's calculations would be
verified at midnight.
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