Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
She spoke, and the first low beams of the sun smote javelin-like
through the eastern windows, and the freshness of morning breathed and
shimmered in that lofty chamber, chasing the blue and dusky shades of
departed night to the corners and recesses, and to the rafters of the
vaulted roof. Surely no potentate of earth, not Croesus, not the great
King, not Minos in his royal palace in Crete, not all the Pharaohs, not
Queen Semiramis, nor all the Kings of Babylon and Nineveh had ever a
throne room to compare in glory with that high presence chamber of the
lords of Demonland. Its walls and pillars were of snow-white marble,
every vein whereof was set with small gems: rubies, corals, garnets,
and pink topaz. Seven pillars on either side bore up the shadowy vault
of the roof; the roof-tree and the beams were of gold, curiously
carved, the roof itself of mother-of-pearl. A side aisle ran behind
each row of pillars, and seven paintings on the western side faced
seven spacious windows on the east. At the end of the hall upon a dais
stood three high seats, the arms of each composed of two hippogriffs
wrought in gold, with wings spread, and the legs of the seats the
legs of the hippogriffs; but the body of each high seat was a single
jewel of monstrous size: the left-hand seat a black opal, asparkle
with steel-blue fire, the next a fire-opal, as it were a burning coal,
the third seat an alexandrite, purple like wine by night but deep
sea-green by day. Ten more pillars stood in semicircle behind the high
seats, bearing up above them and the dais a canopy of gold. The benches
that ran from end to end of the lofty chamber were of cedar, inlaid
with coral and ivory, and so were the tables that stood before the
benches. The floor of the chamber was tesselated, of marble and green
tourmaline, and on every square of tourmaline was carven the image of a
fish: as the dolphin, the conger, the cat-fish, the salmon, the tunny,
the squid, and other wonders of the deep. Hangings of tapestry were
behind the high seats, worked with flowers, snake’s-head, snapdragon,
dragon-mouth, and their kind; and on the dado below the windows were
sculptures of birds and beasts and creeping things.
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