along as fast as a nineteenth century express train, an
endless
platform of narrow transverse overlapping
slats with little interspaces that permitted it to follow
the curvatures of the street. Upon it were seats, and
here and there little kiosks, but they swept by too
swiftly for him to see what might be
therein. From
this nearest and swiftest
platform a
series of others
descended to the centre of the space. Each moved to
the right, each perceptibly slower than the one above
it, but the difference in pace was small enough to permit
anyone to step from any
platform to the one adjacent,
and so walk uninterruptedly from the swiftest to
the
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motionless middle way. Beyond this middle way
was another
series of endless
platforms rushing with
varying pace to Graham's left. And seated in crowds
upon the two widest and swiftest
platforms, or stepping
from one to another down the steps, or swarming
over the central space, was an
innumerable and
wonderfully diversified
multitude of people.
"You must not stop here," shouted Howard suddenly
at his side. "You must come away at once."
Graham made no answer. He heard without hearing.
The
platforms ran with a roar and the people
were shouting. He perceived women and girls with
flowing hair,
beautifully robed, with bands crossing
between the breasts. These first came out of the
confusion. Then he perceived that the
dominant note
in that kaleidoscope of
costume was the pale blue that
the
tailor's boy had worn. He became aware of cries
of "The Sleeper. What has happened to the Sleeper?"
and it seemed as though the rushing
platforms before
him were suddenly spattered with the pale buff of
human faces, and then still more
thickly. He saw
pointing fingers. He perceived that the
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motionlesscentral area of this huge arcade just opposite to the
balcony was
denselycrowded with blue-clad people.
Some sort of struggle had
sprung into life. People
seemed to be pushed up the
runningplatforms on either
side, and carried away against their will. They would
spring off so soon as they were beyond the thick of
the
confusion, and run back towards the conflict.
"It is the Sleeper. Verily it is the Sleeper," shouted
voices. "That is never the Sleeper," shouted
others. More and more faces were turned to him. At
the intervals along this central area Graham noted
openings, pits,
apparently the heads of
staircases going
down with people ascending out of them and
descending into them. The struggle it seemed centred
about the one of these nearest to him. People were
running down the moving
platforms to this, leaping
dexterously from
platform to
platform. The clustering
people on the higher
platforms seemed to divide
their interest between this point and the
balcony. A
number of
sturdy little figures clad in a uniform of
bright red, and
working methodically together, were
employed it seemed in preventing
access to this
descending
staircase. About them a crowd was rapidly
accumulating. Their
brilliant colour contrasted vividly
with the whitish-blue of their antagonists, for the
struggle was indisputable.
He saw these things with Howard shouting in his
ear and shaking his arm. And then suddenly Howard
was gone and he stood alone.
He perceived that the cries of "The Sleeper" grew
in
volume, and that the people on the nearer
platformwere
standing up. The nearer swifter
platform he
perceived was empty to the right of him, and far
across the space the
platformrunning in the opposite
direction was coming
crowded and passing away bare.
With
incredibleswiftness a vast crowd had gathered