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hung this crow's nest, a clear thousand feet above the

roofs, a little disc-shaped speck on a spear of metallic



filigree, cable stayed. To its summit Graham was

drawn in a little wire-hung cradle. Halfway down



the frail-seeming stem was a light gallery about which

hung a cluster of tubes--minute they looked from



above--rotating slowly on the ring of its outer rail.

These were the specula, __en rapport__ with the wind-vane



keeper's mirrors, in one of which Ostrog had shown

him the coming of his rule. His Japanese attendant



ascended before him and they spent nearly an hour

asking and answering questions.



It was a day full of the promise and quality of

spring. The touch of the wind warmed. The sky



was an intense blue and the vast expanse of London

shone dazzling under the morning sun. The air was



clear of smoke and haze, sweet as the air of a mountain

glen.



Save for the irregular oval of ruins about the House

of the Council and the black flag of the surrender that



fluttered there, the mighty city seen from above

showed few signs of the swift revolution that had, to



his imagination, in one night and one day, changed

the destinies of the world. A multitude of people still



swarmed over these ruins, and the huge openwork

stagings in the distance from which started in times of



peace the service of aeroplanes to the various great

cities of Europe and America, were also black with



the victors. Across a narrow way of planking raised

on trestles that crossed the ruins a crowd of workmen



were busy restoring the connection between the cables

and wires of the Council House and the rest of the



city, preparatory to the transferthither of Ostrog's

headquarters from the Wind-Vane buildings.



For the rest the luminousexpanse was undisturbed.

So vast was its serenity in comparison with the areas



of disturbance, that presently Graham, looking beyond

them, could almost forget the thousands of men Iying



out of sight in the artificial glare within the

quasi-subterranean labyrinth, dead or dying of the overnight



wounds, forget the improvised wards with the hosts of

surgeons, nurses, and bearers feverishly busy, forget,



indeed,' all the wonder, consternation and novelty

under the electric lights. Down there in the hidden



ways of the anthill he knew that the revolution

triumphed, that black everywhere carried the day, black



favours, black banners, black festoons across the

streets. And out here, under the fresh sunlight,



beyond the crater of the fight, as if nothing had

happened to the earth, the forest of Wind Vanes that had



grown from one or two while the Council had ruled,

roared peacefully upon their incessant duty.



Far away, spiked, jagged and indented by the wind

vanes, the Surrey Hills rose blue and faint; to the



north and nearer, the sharp contours of Highgate and

Muswell Hill were similarly jagged. And all over the



countryside, he knew, on every crest and hill, where

once the hedges had interlaced, and cottages, churches,



inns, and farmhouses had nestled among their trees,

wind wheels similar to those he saw and bearing like



vast advertisements, gaunt and distinctive

symbols of the new age, cast their whirling shadows and



stored incessantly the energy that flowed away

incessantly through all the arteries of the city. And



underneath these wandered the countless flocks and herds

of the British Food Trust with their lonely guards and



keepers.

Not a familiar outlineanywhere broke the cluster



of gigantic shapes below. St. Paul's he knew

survived, and many of the old buildings in Westminster,



embedded out of sight, arched over and covered in

among the giant growths of this great age. The



Themes, too, made no fall and gleam of silver

to break the wilderness of the city; the thirsty



water mains drank up every drop of its waters




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