Meleager : $b A fantasy — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Meleager : $b A fantasy
John Stuart Mill · en
I was ready to start, whereupon my mounted escort in their picturesque
chain-armour led the way with a clanking sound.
Leaving the temple gates we soon crossed a bridge spanning a rushing
river whose precipitous banks were thickly clothed with rich vegetation
of palm ferns, poinsettias and other tropical plants. Pursuing our
course we turned sharply to the right, whereupon I almost immediately
found myself in the streets of the capital with the prospect of
descending a very narrow steep paved roadway that led eventually to
the beach below. The streets themselves being too narrow to permit
of the presence of spectators, every window and flat house-roof, and
indeed every possible coign of vantage, was occupied by the citizens of
Tamarida, who all evinced the liveliest enthusiasm in thus beholding
their new sovereign in his progress. Much to my relief my horse
contrived to pick his way without mishap down that fearful lane, which
now and again broke into actual steps, like the dingy mediæval streets
of old Naples. Every second I was dreading a stumble on the part of
my queer-coloured steed, and a consequent loss of majesty to myself;
each moment I feared for the fate of my weighty diadem. Mechanically I
continued to smile and to scatter benisons upon the vociferous crowds
of loyal subjects, the while I trusted to my own good luck as well as
to Hiridia's careful guidance; and it was with a sense of unspeakable
gratitude that eventually I reached the water-side that was lined with
shipping of which every yard-arm was positively bristling with eager
brown humanity. For some little distance we now pursued the curved
line of the shore, and then crossing another archway entered a gate
opening into the lower portion of the palace gardens. Here a large
number of servants, gardeners and labourers, with their families,
was drawn up to cheer and to prostrate themselves before me, and I
concluded my ride had drawn to an end. But it was not so, for I had to
cross the gardens and by means of another bridge or viaduct to enter
the southern quarter of the city and to repeat my previous experience,
with the important difference that this time I had to ascend instead
of descend the long narrow winding streets. This at any rate was an
improvement on my former trial, and I carried it through with apparent
unconcern, although it seemed an interminable time before I was finally
quit of the crowds and the streets and was once more on my feet and
in the purlieus of the palace. Thus did I accomplish successfully the
not inconsiderable task allotted me on my second day in Meleager, and
albeit hot and exhausted by my exertions, I flattered myself internally
that I had borne the long ordeal of my coronation ceremonies with
distinction.