Not a sound was heard from the vessel, not a tremor disturbed her
poise, as she rose gently and regally like the Queen she was. When at
the top of the shaft she paused, and in forced obedience to her silent
will, the vessels that had previously occupied the shaft re-entered
it and took up their former position exactly, their previous gravity
being restored. The instant the last vessel had floated into place, all
the ships were relieved of that mysterious tension that had stopped
all movement, and there was heard the din of the screams of hundreds
of motors, as the vessels started from where their movements had been
arrested. As those on the upper planes rose and separated to follow the
_Regina_ the lower ones were set free, and sailed out of the dangerous
crush. A few minutes later the _Regina_ was surrounded by scores of
inspecting ships, and as her lights were now out, her beautiful lines
were the admiration of all. Still she stood, motionless as a dead body,
so still and stately, with not a throb or tremor on her gigantic form,
that the people became awed by the uncanny silence and the strange,
mysterious power of gravity-control which she used so perfectly.
So she stood, silent and dignified, her sides dazzlingly white in the
paling twilight. Suddenly, the sun, which had not yet risen to those
on the ground below, came into view at that high altitude, and a ray
of sunlight caught the _Regina’s_ dome, and that same instant, as
though it were the good-bye kiss from earth she had been waiting for,
and was now satisfied, she rose; so slowly that she had gone above
them before those around noticed it. Higher and higher she went, the
ships gradually falling back as their utmost altitudes were reached,
till at last only one remained and watched the _Regina_ mount higher
and still higher till she became a mere speck, then was lost to view
in the rapidly brightening sky, and the solitary attendant commenced
its descent. At that moment a sheet of paper fluttered down from the
_Regina_ close to the ship and there remained perfectly still, gently
floating on the air as on water. Securing it they read,—“Good-bye!
good luck. Keep an eye on us if possible. This is a souvenir of the
_Regina_; may you be able to keep it!”
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