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looked down between his legs upon the swarming blue and red multitudes, minute and foreshortened,
struggling and gesticulating still towards the little balcony far below, a little toy balcony, it seemed, where he
had so recently been standing. A thin haze and the glare of the mighty globes of light obscured everything. A
man seated in a little openwork cradle shot by from some point still higher than the little narrow bridge,
rushing down a cable as swiftly almost as if he were falling. Graham stopped involuntarily to watch this
strange passenger vanish below, and then his eyes went back to the tumultuous struggle.
Along one of the faster ways rushed a thick crowd of red spots. This broke up into individuals as it
approached the balcony, and went pouring down the slower ways towards the dense struggling crowd on the
central area. These men in red appeared to be armed with sticks or truncheons; they seemed to be striking and
thrusting. A great shouting, cries of wrath, screaming, burst out and came up to Graham, faint and thin. "Go
on," cried Howard, laying hands on him.
Another man rushed down a cable. Graham suddenly glanced up to see whence he came, and beheld through
the glassy roof and the network of cables and girders, dim rhythmically passing forms like the vanes of
windmills, and between them glimpses of a remote and pallid sky. Then Howard had thrust him forward
across the bridge, and he was in a little narrow passage decorated with geometrical patterns.
"I want to see more of that," cried Graham, resisting.
"No, no," cried Howard, still gripping his arm. "This way. You must go this way." And the men in red
following them seemed ready to enforce his orders.
Some negroes in a curious wasp-like uniform of black and yellow appeared down the passage, and one
hastened to throw up a sliding shutter that had seemed a door to Graham, and led the way through it. Graham
found himself in a gallery overhanging the end of a great chamber. The attendant in black and yellow crossed
this, thrust up a second shutter and stood waiting.
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This place had the appearance of an ante-room. He saw a number of people in the central space, and at the
opposite end a large and imposing doorway at the top of a flight of steps, heavily curtained but giving a
glimpse of some still larger hall beyond. He perceived white men in red and other negroes in black and yellow
standing stiffly about those portals.
As they crossed the gallery he heard a whisper from below, "The Sleeper," and was aware of a turning of
heads, a hum of observation. They entered another little passage in the wall of this ante-chamber, and then he
found himself on an iron-railed gallery of metal that passed round the side of the great hall he had already
seen through the curtains. He entered the place at the corner, so that he received the fullest impression of its
huge proportions. The black in the wasp uniform stood aside like a well-trained servant, and closed the valve
behind him.
Compared with any of the places Graham had seen thus far, this second hall appeared to be decorated with
extreme richness. On a pedestal at the remoter end, and more brilliantly lit than any other object, was a
gigantic white figure of Atlas, strong and strenuous, the globe upon his bowed shoulders. It was the first thing
to strike his attention, it was so vast, so patiently and painfully real, so white and simple. Save for this figure
and for a dais in the centre, the wide floor of the place was a shining vacancy. The dais was remote in the
greatness of the area; it would have looked a mere slab of metal had it not been for the group of seven men
who stood about a table on it, and gave an inkling of its proportions. They were all dressed in white robes,
they seemed to have arisen that moment from their seats, and they were regarding Graham steadfastly. At the
end of the table he perceived the glitter of some mechanical appliances.
Howard led him along the end gallery until they were opposite this mighty labouring figure. Then he stopped.
The two men in red who had followed them into the gallery came and stood on either hand of Graham.
"You must remain here," murmured Howard, "for a few moments," and, without waiting for a reply, hurried
away along the gallery.
"But, why--?" began Graham.
He moved as if to follow Howard, and found his path obstructed by one of the men in red. "You have to wait
here, Sire," said the man in red.
"Why?"
"Orders, Sire."
"Whose orders?"
"Our orders, Sire."
Graham looked his exasperation.
"What place is this?" he said presently. "Who are those men?"
"They are the lords of the Council, Sire."
"What Council?"
"The Council."
"Oh!" said Graham, and after an equally ineffectual attempt at the other man, went to the railing and stared at
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the distant men in white, who stood watching him and whispering together.
The Council? He perceived there were now eight, though how the newcomer had arrived he had not observed.
They made no gestures of greeting; they stood regarding him as in the nineteenth century a group of men
might have stood in the street regarding a distant balloon that had suddenly floated into view. What council
could it be that gathered there, that little body of men beneath the significant white Atlas, secluded from every
eavesdropper in this impressive spaciousness? And why should he be brought to them, and be looked at
strangely and spoken of inaudibly? Howard appeared beneath, walking quickly across the polished floor
towards them. As he drew near he bowed and performed certain peculiar movements, apparently of a
ceremonious nature. Then he ascended the steps of the dais, and stood by the apparatus at the end of the table.
Graham watched that visible inaudible conversation. Occasionally, one of the white-robed men would glance
towards him. He strained his ears in vain. The gesticulation of two of the speakers became animated. He
glanced from them to the passive faces of his attendants.... When he looked again Howard was extending his
hands and moving his head like a man who protests. He was interrupted, it seemed, by one of the white-robed
men rapping the table.
The conversation lasted an interminable time to Graham's sense. His eyes rose to the still giant at whose feet
the Council sat. Thence they wandered to the walls of the hall. It was decorated in long painted panels of a
quasi-Japanese type, many of them very beautiful. These panels were grouped in a great and elaborate framing
of dark metal, which passed into the metallic caryatidae of the galleries, and the great structural lines of the
interior. The facile grace of these panels enhanced the mighty white effort that laboured in the centre of the
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