Part 17 (1/2)
she pleaded, ”don't go. Don't be angry with me. Why should you dislike me? I've only played my part as you men make it for us--but I do not want your money for nothing. You liked me when you thought me innocent.
Why hate me when you find that I am clever?”
Again those slender arms stole around my neck, and the entrancing face was raised to mine. But the vision of a finer, n.o.bler face rose before me, and I pushed away the clinging arms. ”I'm sorry,” I said, ”I am going now--going back to my work and forget you. It is not your fault.
You are only what Germany has made you--but,” I added with a smile, ”if you must go to the Hall of Flowers, please do not wear that grey gown.”
She stood very still as I edged toward the door, and the look of baffled child-like innocence crept back into her eyes, a real innocence this time of things she did not know, and could not understand.
CHAPTER VII
THE SUN s.h.i.+NES UPON A KING AND A GIRL READS OF THE FALL OF BABYLON
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Embittered by this unhappy ending of my romance, I turned to my work with savage zeal, determined not again to be diverted by a personal effort to save the Germans from their sins. But this application to my test-tubes was presently interrupted by a German holiday which was known as The Day of the Sun.
From the conversation of my a.s.sistants I gathered that this was an annual occasion of particular importance. It was, in fact, His Majesty's birthday, and was celebrated by permitting the favoured cla.s.ses to see the ruler himself at the Place in the Sun. For this Royal exhibition I received a blue ticket of which my a.s.sistants were curiously envious.
They inspected the number of it and the hour of my admittance to the Royal Level. ”It is the first appearance of the day,” they said. ”His Majesty will be fresh to speak; you will be near; you will be able to see His Face without the aid of a gla.s.s; you will be able to hear His Voice, and not merely the reproducing horns.”
In the morning our news bulletin was wholly devoted to announcements and patriotic exuberances. Across the sheet was flamed a headline stating that the meteorologist of the Roof Observatory reported that the sun would s.h.i.+ne in full brilliancy upon the throne. This seemed very puzzling to me. For the Place in the Sun was clearly located on the Royal Level and some hundred metres beneath the roof of the city.
I went, at the hour announced on my ticket, to the indicated elevator; and, with an eager crowd of fellow scientists, stepped forth into a vast open s.p.a.ce where the vaulted ceiling was supported by ma.s.sive fluted columns that rose to twice the height of the ordinary s.p.a.cing of the levels of the city.
An enormous crowd of men of the higher ranks was gathering. Closely packed and standing, the mult.i.tude extended to the sides and the rear of my position for many hundred metres until it seemed quite lost under the glowing lights in the distance. Before us a huge curtain hung.
Emblazoned on its dull crimson background of subdued socialism was a gigantic black eagle, the leering emblem of autocracy. Above and extending back over us, appeared in the ceiling a deep and unlighted crevice.
As the crowd seemed complete the men about me consulted their watches and then suddenly grew quiet in expectancy. The lights blinked twice and went out, and we were bathed in a hush of darkness. The heavy curtain rustled like the mantle of Jove while from somewhere above I heard the shutters of the windows of heaven move heavily on their rollers. A flas.h.i.+ng brilliant beam of light shot through the blackness and fell in wondrous splendour upon a dazzling metallic dais, whereon rested the gilded throne of the House of Hohenzollern.
Seated upon the throne was a man--a very little man he seemed amidst such vast and vivid surroundings. He was robed in a cape of dazzling white, and on his head he wore a helmet of burnished platinum. Before the throne and slightly to one side stood the round form of a paper globe.
His Majesty rose, stepped a few paces forward; and, as he with solemn deliberation raised his hand into the shaft of burning light, from the throng there came a frenzied shouting, which soon changed into a sort of chanting and then into a throaty song.
His Majesty lowered his hand; the song ceased; a great stillness hung over the mult.i.tude. Eitel I, Emperor of the Germans, now raised his face and stared for a moment unblinkingly into the beam of sunlight, then he lowered his gaze toward the sea of upturned faces.
”My people,” he said, in a voice which for all his pompous effort, fell rather flat in the immensity, ”you are a.s.sembled here in the Place of the Sun to do honour to G.o.d's anointed ruler of the world.”
From ten thousand throats came forth another raucous shout.
”Two and a half centuries ago,” now spoke His Majesty, ”G.o.d appointed the German race, under William the Great, of the House of Hohenzollern, to be the rulers of the world.
”For nineteen hundred years, G.o.d in his infinite patience, had awaited the outcome of the test of the Nazarene's doctrine of servile humility and effeminate peace. But the Christian nations of the earth were weighed in the balance of Divine wrath and found wanting. Wallowing in hypocrisy and ignorance, wanting in courage and valour; behind a pretence of altruism they cloaked their selfish greed for gold.
”Of all the people of the earth our race alone possessed the two keys to power, the mastery of science and the mastery of the sword. So the Germans were called of G.o.d to instil fear and reverence into the hearts of the inferior races. That was the purpose of the First World War under my n.o.ble ancestor, William II.
”But the envious nations, desperate in their greed, banded together to defy our old German G.o.d, and destroy His chosen people. But this was only a divine trial of our worth, for the plans of G.o.d are for eternity.
His days to us are centuries. And we did well to patiently abide the complete unfoldment of the Divine plan.
”Before two generations had pa.s.sed our German ancestors cast off the yoke of enslavement and routed the oppressors in the Second World War.