glimpse of some still larger hall beyond. He perceived
white men in red and other negroes in black and yellow
standingstiffly 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 see
thus far, this second hall appeared to be decorate
with
extremerichness. On a
pedestal at the
remoteend, 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
remotein 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 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
regardinga 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
at last 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
scheme. Graham's
eyes came back to the Council, and Howard was
descending the steps. As he drew nearer his features
could be
distinguished, and Graham saw that he was
flushed and blowing out his cheeks. His countenance
was still disturbed when
presently he reappeared along
the
gallery.
"This way," he said concisely, and they went on in
silence to a little door that opened at their approach.
The two men in red stopped on either side of this door.
Howard and Graham passed in, and Graham, glancing
back, saw the white-robed Council still
standing in a
close group and looking at him. Then the door closed
behind him with a heavy thud, and for the first time
since his
awakening he was in silence. The floor, even,
was noiseless to his feet.
Howard opened another door, and they were in the
first of two contiguous
chambers furnished in white
and green. "What Council was that? " began Graham.
"What were they discussing? What have
they to do with me?" Howard closed the door carefully,
heaved a huge sigh, and said something in an
undertone. He walked slanting ways across the room
and turned, blowing out his cheeks again. "Ugh!"
he grunted, a man relieved.
Graham stood
regarding him.
"You must understand," began Howard
abruptly,
avoiding Graham's eyes, "that our social order is
very
complex. A half
explanation, a bare unqualified
statement would give you false impressions. As a
matter of fact--it is a case of
compound interest
partly--your small fortune, and the fortune of your
cousin Warming which was left to you--and certain
other beginnings--have become very
considerable.
And in other ways that will be hard for you to understand,
you have become a person of significance--of
very
considerable significance--involved in the
world's affairs."
He stopped.
"Yes?" said Graham.
"We have grave social troubles."
"Yes? "
"Things have come to such a pass that, in fact,
is
advisable to seclude you here."
"Keep me prisoner! " exclaimed Graham.
"Well--to ask you to keep in seclusion."
Graham turned on him. "This is strange!" he
said.
"No harm will be done you."
"No harm ! "
"But you must be kept here--"
"While I learn my position, I presume."
"Precisely."
"Very well then. Begin. Why __harm?__"
" Not now."
"Why not? "
"It is too long a story, Sire."
"All the more reason I should begin at once. You
say I am a person of importance. What was that
shouting I heard? Why is a great
multitude shouting
and excited because my
trance is over, and who are
the men in white in that huge council
chamber? "
"All in good time, Sire," said Howard. "But not
crudely, not crudely. This is one of those flimsy times
when no man has a settled mind. Your
awakening.
No one expected your
awakening. The Council is
consulting."
"What council? "
"The Council you saw."
Graham made a petulant
movement. " This is not
right," he said. " I should be told what is happening.
"You must wait. Really you must wait."
Graham sat down
abruptly. "I suppose since I
have waited so long to resume life," he said, "that I
must wait a little longer."
"That is better," said Howard. "Yes, that is much
better. And I must leave you alone. For a space.
While I attend the
discussion in the Council.
I am sorry."
He went towards the noiseless door, hesitated and
vanished.
Graham walked to the door, tried it, found it securely
fastened in some way he never came to understand,
turned about, paced the room
restlessly, made
the
circuit of the room, and sat down. He remained
sitting for some time with folded arms and knitted
brow,
biting his finger nails and
trying to piece
together the kaleidoscopic impressions of this first
hour of awakened life; the vast
mechanical spaces, the
endless
series of
chambers and passages, the great
struggle that roared and splashed through these
strange ways, the little group of
remote unsympathetic
men beneath the
colossal Atlas, Howard's mysterious
behaviour. There was an inkling of some vast
inheritancealready in his mind--a vast
inheritance perhaps
misapplied--of some
unprecedented importance
and opportunity. What had he to do? And this
room's secluded silence was
eloquent of imprisonment!
It came into Graham's mind with
irresistible conviction
that this
series of
magnificent impressions was
a dream. He tried to shut his eyes and succeeded,
but that time-honoured
device led to no
awakening.
Presently he began to touch and examine all the
unfamiliar appointments of the two small rooms in
which he found himself.
In a long oval panel of mirror he saw himself and
stopped astonished. He was clad in a
gracefulcostume