 Prologue of Olga Romanov This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Olga Romanov by George Griffith Prologue. The Prophecy of Netas These are the last words of Israel Dimerska, known in the days of strife as Netas, the master of terror, given to the children of deliverance dwelling in the land of area in the twenty-fifth year of the peace, which in the reckoning of the West is the year 1900 and 30. My life is lived and the wings of the angel of death overshadow me as I write, but before the last summons comes I must obey the spirit within me, that bids me tell of the things that I have seen, in order that the story of them shall not die, nor be disguised by false reports as the years multiply, and the mists gather over the graves of those who, with me, have seen and wrought them. For this reason the words that I write shall be read publicly in the years of you, and your children, and your children's children, until they shall see a sign in heaven, to tell them that the end is at hand. No man among you shall take away from that which I have written, nor yet add anything to it. And every fifth year at the festival of deliverance which is held on the anniversary of victory, this writing of mine shall be read, that those who shall hear it, with understanding, may lay its warning to heart, and that the lessons of the great deliverance may never be forgotten among you. It was in the days before the beginning of peace that I, that asked the Jew, cast down and broken by the hand of the tyrant, conceived and created that which was known as the terror. The kings of the earth and their servants tremble before my invisible presence, for my arm was long, and my hand was heavy. Yet no man knew where or when I would strike, only that the blow would be death to him on whom it shall fall, and that nowhere on earth should he find a safe refuge from it. In those days the earth was ruled by force and cunning, and the nations were armed, camps set one against the other. Millions of men, who had no quarrel with their neighbours, stood waiting for the word of their rulers to blast the fair fields of earth with the fires of war, and to make desolate the homes of those who had done them no wrong. In the third year of the twentieth century, Richard Arnold, the Englishman, conquered the empire of the air, and made the first ship that flew as a bird does, of its own strength and motion. He joined the brotherhood of freedom, then known among men as the terrorists, of whom I, Natas, was the master. And then he built the aerial fleet, which in the day of Armageddon gave us the victory over the tyrants of the earth. At the same time Alan Tremaine, a noble of the English people, into whose soul I had caused my spirit to enter in order that he might serve me and bring the day of deliverance nearer, caused all the nations of the Anglo-Saxon race to join hands. From the west and to the east, in a league of common blood and kindred, and they, in the appointed hour, stood between the sons and daughters of men, and those who would have enslaved them afresh. The chief of these was Alexander Romanov, last of the czars or tyrants of Russia, whose armies, leagueed with those of France, Italy, Spain, and certain lesser powers, and assisted by a great fleet of war balloons that could fly, though slowly, wherever they were directed, swept like a destroying pestilence, from the western frontiers of Russia to the eastern shores of Britain, and when they had gained the mastery of Europe, invaded England and laid siege to London. But here their path of conquest was brought to an end, for Alan Tremaine and his brothers of the terror called upon the men of Anglo-Saxondom to save their motherland from her enemies, and they rose in their wrath million strong and fell upon them by land and sea, and would have destroyed them utterly, as I had bitten them do, but that Natasha, who was my daughter, and was known in those days as the angel of the revolution, pleaded for the remnant of them, and they were spared, but the Russians, we slew without mercy to the last man of those who had stood in arms against us, saving only the tyrant and his princes and the leaders of his armies. These we took prisoners and sent with their wives and their children to die in their own prison land in Siberia, as they had sent thousands of innocent men and women to die before them. This was my judgment upon them, for the wrong they had done to me and mine, but in the hour of victory I spared not those who had not known how to spare. Now they are dead, and their graves are nameless. Their name is a byword among men, for they were strong, and they used their strength to do evil, so we made an end of tyranny among the nations, and when the world war was at length brought to an end, we disbanded all the armies that were upon the land and sank the warships that were left upon the sea, that men might no more fight with each other. War that had been called honourable since the world began, we made a crime of blood guiltiness, for which the life of him who sought to commit it should pay, and as a crime you, the children of those who have delivered the nations from it, shall forever hold it to be. We leave you the command of the air, and that is the command of the world, but should it come to pass, as in the progress of knowledge it may well do, that others in the world outside area shall learn to navigate the air as you do, you shall go forth to battle with them, and destroy them utterly, for we have made it known through all the earth that he who seeks to build a second navy of the air shall be accounted an enemy of peace, whose purpose it is to bring war upon the earth again. Forget not that the bloodlust is but tamed, not quenched in the souls of men, and that long years must pass before it is purged from the world forever. We have given peace on earth, and to you, our children, we bequeath the sacred trust of keeping it. We have won our world empire by force, and by force you must maintain it. In the day of battle we shed the blood of millions without Ruth to win it, and so far the end has justified the means we used. Since the sun set upon Armageddon, and the right to make war was taken from the rulers of the nations, we have governed a realm of peace and prosperity, which every year has seen better and happier than that which went before. No man has dared to draw the sword upon his brother, or by force or fraud to take that which was not his by right. The soil of earth has been given back to the use of her sons, and their wealth has already multiplied a hundredfold on every hand. Kings have ruled with wisdom and justice, and Senates have ceased their wranglings to sobly seek out, and promote the welfare of their own countries, and to win the respect and friendship of others. Yet many of these are the same men who but, a few years ago, rent each other like wild beasts in savage strife for the meanest ends, who betrayed their brothers and slaughtered their neighbours, that the rich might be richer and the stronger in the pitiless battle for wealth and power. They have become peaceful and honest with each other because we have compelled them to be so, and because they know that the penalty of wrongdoing in high places is destruction swift and certain as the stroke of the hand of fate itself. They know that no man stands so high that our hand cannot cast him down to the dust, and that no spot of earth is so secret and so distant that the transgressor of our laws can find in it a refuge from our vengeance. We stand between the few strong and cunning who would oppress, and the many weak and simple who could not resist them, and when we are gone you will hear the voice of duty calling you to take our places. When you stand, where we do now, remember who you are and the tremendous trust that is laid upon you. You are the children of the chosen out of many nations, masters of the world and, under heaven, the arbiters of human destiny. You shall rule the world as we have ruled it for a hundred years from now. If in that time men shall not have learnt the ways of wisdom and justice, you may be sure that they will never learn them and deserve only to be left to their own foolishness. Since the world began the path of life has never lain so fair and straight before the sons of men as it does now, and never was it so easy to do the right and so hard to do the wrong. So for a hundred years to come you shall keep them in the path in which we have set them, and those that would willfully turn aside from it you shall destroy without mercy, lest they lead others into misery and bring the evil days upon earth again. At the 25th celebration of the festival of deliverance you shall give back the scepter of the world empire into the hands of the children of those from whom we took it, because they wielded it for oppression and not for mercy. At that time you shall make it known throughout the earth that men are once more free to do good or evil according to their choice, and that as they choose well or ill so shall they live or die, and woe to them in those days if knowing the good they shall turn aside to do evil. Beyond the clouds that gather over the sunset of my earthly life I see a sign in heaven as of a flaming sword whose hilt is in the hand of the master of destiny and whose blade is outstretched over the habitations of men as they shall choose to do good or evil so shall that sword pass away from them or fall upon them and consume them utterly in the midst of their pride. And if they knowing the good shall elect to do evil it shall be with them as of all the profit said of the men of Babylon the great their cities shall be a desolation a dry land and a wilderness a land where in no man dwelleth neither shall any son of man pass thereby for from among the stars of heaven whose law I have learnt and whose voices I have heard there shall come the messenger of fate and his shape shall be that of a flaming fire and his breath as the breath of a pestilence that men shall feel and die in the hour that it breeze upon them out of the depths beyond the light of the sun he shall come and your children of the fifth generation shall behold his approach the sister worlds shall see him pass with fear and trembling wondering which of them he shall smite but if he be not restrained or turned aside by the hand which guides the stars in their courses it shall go hard with this world and the men of it in the hour of his passing then shall the highways of the earth be waste and the wayfaring of men cease earth shall languish and mourn for her children that are no more and death shall reign amidst the silence so sovereign of many lands but you so long as you continue to walk in the way of wisdom shall live in peace until the end whether it shall come then or in the ages that you'll follow and if it shall come then you shall await it with fortitude knowing that this life is but a single link in the chain of existence which stretches through infinity and that if you should be found worthy you should be taught how or chosen few among your sons and daughters shall survive the ruin of the world to be the parents of the new race and replenish the earth and possess it out of the valley of the shadow of death I stretch forth my hands in blessing to you the children of the coming time and pray that the peace which the men of the generation now passing away have won through strife and toil in the fiery days of the terror maybe yours an endure unbroken unto the end end of prologue chapter one of Olga Romanov this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org chapter one the surrender of the world throne a hundred years had passed since Natas the master of the terror had given into the hands of Richard Arnold his charge to the future generations of the Arians as the descendants of the terrorists who had colonized the mountain world valley of area in central Africa were now called since the man who had planned and accomplished the greatest revolution in the history of the world had given his last blessing to his companions in arms and their children and had turned his face to the wall and died it was midday on the 8th of December 2030 and the rulers of all the civilized states of the world were gathered together in St. Paul's Cathedral to receive from the hands of a descendant of Natas in the fourth generation the restoration of the right of independent national rule which on the same spot 125 years before had been taken from the sovereigns of Europe and vested in the Supreme Council of the Anglo-Saxon Federation the period of tutelage had passed under the wise and firm rule of the council and the domination of the Anglo-Saxon race the Golden Age had seemed to return to the world for 125 years there had been peace on earth broken only by the outbreak and speedy suppression of a few tribal wars among the more savage races of Africa and Malaysia now the descendants of those who had been victors and vanquished in the world war of 1904 had met to give back and assume the freedom and the responsibility of national independence the vast cathedral was thronged as it had been on the momentous day when Natas had pronounced his judgment on the last of the tyrants of Russia and ended the old order of things in Europe but it was now filled by a very different assembly to that which had stood within its walls on the morrow of Armageddon then the stress and horror of a mighty conflict had set its stamp on every face hate had looked out of eyes in which the tears were scarcely dry and hungered fiercely for the blood of the oppressor the clash of arms the stern command and the pitiless words of doom had sounded them in years which but a few hours before had listened to the roar of artillery and the thunder of battle that had been the dawn of the morrow of strife this was the zenith of the noon of peace now in all the vast assembly no hand held a weapon no face was there showing a sign of sorrow fear or anger and in no heart save only two among the thousands was there a thought of hate or bitterness for three days past the festival of deliverance had been celebrated all over the civilized world and now in the center of the city which had come to be the capital not only of the vast domains of Anglo-Saxon them but of the whole world a solemn act of renunciation was to be performed upon the issues of which the fate of all humanity would hang for the members of the Supreme Council had come through the skies from their seat of empire in area to abdicate the world throne in obedience to the command of the dead master from whom their ancestors had derived it at a table drawn across the front of the chancel sat the president and the 12 men who with him had up to this hour shared the empire of the human race below the steps on the floor of the cathedral sat in a wide semicircle the rulers of the kingdoms and republics of the earth assembled to hear the last word of their overlords and to receive from them the power and responsibility of maintaining or forfeiting as the event should prove the blessings which had multiplied under the sovereignty of the Aryans the president of the council was the direct descendant not only a valent remain its first president but also of Richard Arnold and Natasha for their oldest son born in the first year of the peace had married the only daughter of Tremaine and their first born son had been his father's father although the average physique of civilized man had immensely improved under the new order of things the Aryans descendants of the pick of the nations of Europe were as far superior to the rest of the assembly as the latter would have been to the men and women of the 19th century but even among the members of the council the splendid stature and regal dignity of Alan Arnold the president stamped him as a born ruler of men whose title rested upon something higher than elections or inheritance at the last stroke of 12 the president rose in his place and in the midst of an almost breathless silence read the message of Natas to the great congregation this done he laid the parchment down on the table and beginning from the outbreak of the world war rapidly and lucidly sketched out the vast and beneficial changes in the government of society that its issues had made possible he traced the marvellous development of the new civilization which in four generations had raised men from a state of half barbarous strife and brutality to one of universal peace and prosperity from inhuman and unsparing competition to friendly cooperation in public and generous rivalry in private concerns from horrible contrasts of wealth than misery to a social state in which the removal of all unnatural disabilities in the race of life had made them impossible he showed how in the evil times which as all men hoped had been left behind forever the strong and the unscrupulous ruthlessly oppressed the weak and swindled the honest and the straightforward now dishonesty was dishonorable in fact as well as in name the game of life was played fairly and its prizes fell to all who could win them by native genius or earnest endeavor there were no inequalities save those which nature herself had imposed upon all men from the beginning of time there were no tyrants and no slaves that which a man's labor or hand or brain had won was his and no man might take toll of it all useful work was held in honor and there was no other road to fame or fortune save that to profitable service to humanity this said the president in conclusion is the splendid heritage that we of the supreme council which is now to cease to exist as such have received from our forefathers who won it for us and for you on the field of the world's Armageddon we have preserved their traditions intact and obey their commands to the letter and now the hour has come for us in obedience to the last of those commands to resign our authority and to hand over the heritage to you the rulers of the civilized world to hold in trust for the peoples over whom you have been appointed to reign when I have done speaking I shall no longer be president of the senate which for 125 years has ruled the planet from pole to pole and east to west you and your parliaments are hence forth free to rule as you will we shall take no further part in the control of human affairs outside our domain saving only in one concern in the days when our command was established the only possible basis of all rule was force and our supremacy was based on the force that we could bring to bear upon those who might have ventured to oppose us or revolted against our rule we commanded and we still command the air and I should not be doing my duty either to my own people or to you if I did not tell you that the Aryans not as the world rulers that they have been but as the citizens of an independent state mean to keep that power in their own hands at all costs the empire of earth and sea saving only the valley of area is yours to do with as you will the empire of the air is ours the heritage that we have received from the genius of that ancestor of mine who first conquered it that we have not used it in the past to oppress you is the most perfect guarantee that we shall not do so in the future but let all the nations of the earth clearly understand that we shall accept any attempt to dispute it with us as a declaration of war upon us and that those who make that attempt will either have to exterminate us or be exterminated themselves this is not a threat but a solemn warning and the responsibility of once more bringing the curse of war and all its attended desolation upon the earth will lie heavily upon those who neglect it a few more needful words than i have done the message of the master which i have read to you contains a prophecy as to the fulfillment of which neither i nor any man here may speak with certainty it may be that he with clearer eyes than ours saw some tremendous catastrophe impending over the world a catastrophe which no human means could avert and beneath which human strength and genius could only bow with resignation by what spirit he was inspired when he uttered the prophecy it is not for us to say but before you put it aside as an old man's dream let me ask you to remember that he who uttered it was a man who was able to plan the destruction of one civilization and to prepare the way for another and a better such a man standing midway between the twin mysteries of life and death might well see that which is hidden from our gross aside but whether the prophecy itself shall prove true or false it shall be well for you and for your children's children if you and they shall receive the lesson that it teaches as true if in the days that are to come the world shall be overwhelmed with a desolation that none shall escape will it not be better that the end shall come and find men doing good rather than evil as you now set the peoples whom you govern in the right or the wrong path so shall they walk this is the lesson of all the generations that have gone before us and it shall also be true of those that are to come after us as the seed is so is the harvest therefore see to it that you who are now the free rulers of the nations so discharge the awful trust and responsibility which is thus laid upon you that your children's children shall not perhaps in the hour of humanity's last agony rise up and curse your memory rather than bless it i have spoken end of chapter one chapter two of Olga Romanov by George Griffith this Librivolks recording is in the public domain Olga Romanov by George Griffith chapter two a crownless king late in the evening of the same day two of the president's audience the only two who had heard his words with anger and hatred instead of gratitude and joy were together in a small but luxuriously furnished room in an octagonal turret which rose from one of the angles of a large house on the southern slopes of the heights of hamster one was a very old man whose once giant frame was wasted and shrunken by the slow siege of many years and on whose withered careline features death had already set its fatal seal the other was a young girl in all her pride and glory of budding womanhood and beautiful with the dark imperious beauty that is transmitted like a priceless heirloom along a line of proud dissent unstained by any drop of base-born blood yet in her beauty they was that which repelled as well as attracted no sweet and gentle woman's soul looked out of the great deep eyes that changed from dusky violets to the blackness of a starless night as the sun and shade of her varying moods swept over her inner being her straight dark brows were almost masculine in their firmness and the voluptuous promise of her full red sensuous lips was belied by the strength of her chin and the defiant poise of her splendid head on the strongly moulded throat whose smooth skin showed so dazzling white against the dark purple velvet of the collar of her dress it was a beauty to enslave and command rather than to woo and win the fatal loveliness of a clear patra a Lucretia or a Messelina a charm to be used for evil rather than for good in a few years she would be such a woman as would drive men mad for the love of her and giving no love in return use them for her own ends and cast them aside with a smile when they could serve her no longer the old man was lying on a low couch of magnificent furs against whose dark luster the gray pallor of his skin and the pure silvery whiteness of his still thick hair and beard showed up in strong contrast he had been asleep for the last four hours resting after the exertion of going to the cathedral and the girl was sitting watching him with anxious eyes every now and then leaning forward to catch the faint sounds of his slow and even breathing and make sure that he was still alive a clock in one of the corners of the room chimed a quarter to nine as the old man raised his hand to his brow and opened his eyes they rested for a moment on the girl's face and then wandered inquiringly about the room as though he expected someone else to be present then he said in a low weak voice what time is it has Sergei come yet no said the girl glancing up at the clock that was only a quarter to nine and he's not due until the hour no i remember i don't suppose he can be here much before meanwhile get me the draft ready so that i shall have strength to do what has to be done before are you sure it is necessary for you to take that terrible drug why should you sacrifice what may be months or even years of life to gain a few hours renewed youth the girl's voice trembled as she spoke and her eyes melted in a sudden rush of tears the one being that she loved in all the world was this old man and he had just told her to prepare his death draft do as i bid you child he said raising his voice to a quarrelous cry and do it quickly why there is yet a time why do you talk to me of a few more months of life to me whose eyes have seen the snows of a hundred winters widening the earth i tell you that drug or no drug i shall not see the setting of tomorrow's sun as i slept i heard the rush of the death angel's wings through the night and the wind of them was cold upon my brow do as i bid you quick there is the door telephone sir gay is here as he spoke a ring sounded in the lower part of the house accustomed to blind obedience from her infancy the girl choked back her rising tears and went to a little cupboard let into the wall out of which she took two small vials each containing about a fluid ounce of colorless liquid she placed a tumbler in the old man's hand and emptied the vials into it simultaneously there was a slight effervescence and the two colorless liquids instantly changed to a deep red the moment that they did so the dying man put the glass to his lips and emptied it at a gulp then he threw himself back upon his pillows and let the glass fall from his hand upon the floor at the same moment a little disc of silver flew out at right angles to the wall near the door and a voice said sir gay niklovich is here to command sir gay niklovich is welcome let him ascend said the girl walking towards the transmitter and replacing the disc as she ceased speaking a few minutes later there was a tap on the door the girl opened it and admitted a tall splendidly built young fellow of about twenty two dressed according to the winter costume of the time in a close fitting suit of dark blue velvet long boots of soft brown leather that came a little higher than the knee and a long fur lined hooded cloak which was now thrown back and hung in graceful folds from his broad shoulders as he entered the girl held out her hand to him in silence a bright flush rose to her clear pale cheeks as he instantly dropped on one knee and kissed it as in the old days a favored subject would have kissed the hands of a queen welcome sir gay niklovich prince of the house of vermanov your bride and your crown are waiting for you the words came clear and strong from the lips which put a few moments before had barely been able to frame a coherent sentence the strange drug had wrought a miracle of restoration fifty years seemed to have been lifted from the shoulders of the man who would never see another sunrise the light of youth shone in his eyes and the flush of health on his cheeks the deep furrows of age and care had vanished from his face and saving only for his long white hair if one who had seen alexander romanoff the last of the tsars of russia on the battlefield of muswell hill could have come back to earth he would have believed that he saw him once more in the flesh without any assistance he rose from the couch and drew himself up to the full of his majestic height and as he did so the young man dropped on his knee before him as he had done before the girl and said in russian the honor is too great for my unworthiness may heaven make me worthy of it worthy you are now and shall remain as long as you shall keep undefiled the faith and honor of the imperial house from which you are sprung replied the old man in the same language raising him from his knees as he spoke then he laid his hands on the young man's shoulder and looking him straight in the eyes went on Sergei Nikolaevich you know why I have bidden you come here tonight speak now without fear of falsehood and tell me whether you come prepared to take that which I have to give you and to do that which I shall ask of you if there is any doubt in your soul speak it now and go in peace for the task that I shall lay upon you is no light one nor may it be undertaken without a whole heart and a soul that is undivided by doubt the young man returned his burning gaze with a glance as clear and steady as his own and replied it is for your majesty to give and for me to take for you to command or for me to obey tell me your will and I will do it to the death in the hour that I fail may heaven's mercy fail me too and may I die as one who is not fit to live spoken like a true son of Russia said the old man taking his hands from his shoulders and beckoning the girl to his side then he placed them side by side before an icon fastened to the eastern wall with an ever-burning lamp in front of it he bade them kneel down and join hands and as they did so he took his place behind them and raising his hands as though in invocation above their heads he said in slow solemn tones now Sergei Niklovich and Olga Romanov soul heirs on earth of those who once foretells of Russia swear before heaven and all its holy saints that bend this body of mine shall have been committed to the flames you will take my ashes to Petersburg and lay them in the church of Peter and Paul and that then that is done you will go to the Lysenskys at Moscow and there in the Aspensky Sebo where your ancestors were crowned take each other for varied wife and husband according to the ancient laws of Russia and the rites of the orthodox church the oath was taken by each of the now betrothed pair in turn and then Paul Romanov great grandson of Alexander the last of the Tsars raised them from their knees and kissed each of them on the forehead then taking from his neck a gold chain with a small key attached to it he went to one of the oak panels from which the walls of the room were lined and pushed aside a portion of the apparently solid beading disclosing a keyhole into which he inserted the key he turned the key and pulled and the panel swung slowly out like a door it was lined with three inches of solid steel and behind it was a cavity in the wall from which came the sheen of gold and the gleam of jewels a cry of amazement broke at the same moment from the lips of both Olga and Sergei as they saw what the glittering object was Paul Romanov took it out of the steel line cavity and laid it reverently on the table saying as he did so tomorrow I shall be dead and this house and all that is in it will be yours this is my most precious possession the imperial crown of Russia stolen when the Kremlin was plundered in the days of the terror and restored secretly to my father by the faith and devotion of one of the few who remained loyal after the fall of the empire in a few hours it will be yours I leave it to you as a sacred heritage from the past for you to hand on to the future and visit you should receive and hand on the heritage of hate and vengeance which you should keep hot in your hearts and in the hearts of your children against the day of reckoning when it comes now sit down on the divan yonder and listen with your ears and your hearts as well for these are the last words that I should speak with the lips of flesh and you must remember them that you may tell them to your children and put chance to their children after them as I now tell them to you for the hour of vengeance may not come in your day nor yet in theirs though in the fullness of time it shall come and therefore the story must never be forgotten Vaila Romanov remains to remember it the old man on whom the strange drug that he had taken was still exercising its wonderful effects threw himself into an easy chair as he spoke and motioned them with his hand towards a second low couch against one of the walls covered with cushions and draped with neutral tinted silken hangings Olga moving as it seemed with the unconscious motion of a songambulist allowed her form to sink back upon the cushions until she sat and half reclined on them and Sergei laying one of the cushions on the floor sat at her feet and drew one of his hands unresistingly over his shoulder and kept it there as though she were caressing him and Sergei laying one of the cushions on the floor sat at her feet and drew one of her hands unresistingly over his shoulder and kept it there as though she were caressing him thus they waited for Paul Romanov to teach them the lessons that they had sworn to teach in turn to the generations that were to come the old man regarded them in silence for a moment or two and as he did so the angry fire died out of his eyes and his lips parted in a faint smile as he said rather in soliloquy to himself than to them as it was in the beginning it is now and forever shall be until the end empires wax and vain and dynasties rise and fall revolutions come and go and the face of the world is changed but the mystery of the sex it's a beauty of woman and the love of man endure changeless as destiny for they are destiny itself as he spoke the fixed rigid look melted from Olga's face the bright flush rose again to her cheeks and she bowed her royal head and looked almost tenderly at the blonde ruddy young giant at her feet after all he was her fate and she might well have had a worse one then after a brief pause Paul Romanov began to speak again slowly and quietly with his eyes fixed on the glittering symbol of the vanished sovereignty of his house as though he were addressing it and communing with the mournful memories that he'd recalled from the past it is 125 years since the hand of Natas Zaddu came forth out of the unknown and struck you from the brow of the last of the czars on the day that Natas died I was born a hundred years ago there are barely a score of men left on earth who have seen and spoken this is the men who saw the great revolt and the beginning of the terror and I alone of the elder line of Romanov remain to pass the story of our house the shame and ruin on so that it may not be forgotten against the day of vengeance that I have waited for in vain but I have no time left for dreams or vain regrets listen children of the present and take my words visit you into the future that it is not given to me to see he passed his hands upwards over his eyes and brow and then went on speaking now directly to Olga and Sergei in a quick earnest tone as though he feared that his fictitious strength would fail him before he could say what he had to say then Alexander the last of the crowned emperors of Russia fell down dead on the morning after he reached the mines of Kara to which the terrorists had exiled him as a convict for life those who remained in his family and who had taken no part in the war were allowed to return to Europe on condition that they lived the lives of private citizens and sought no share in the government of any country to which they were allied by marriage or otherwise only two of those who had survived the march to Siberia were able to avail themselves of this permission and these were Olga the daughter of Alexander and Sergei Nikolaevich the youngest son of his nephew Nicholas these two settled at the court of Denmark and there two years later Olga married Prince Ingeborg her firstborn son the only one of her children who live beyond infancy was my father as my own firstborn son was yours Olga Romanov Sergei married Dagmar the youngest daughter of the house of Denmark three years later and from him you Sergei Nikolaevich are descended in the fourth generation thus in you will be united the only two remaining branches of the once mighty house of Romanov may the day come then in you all your children its ancient glories shall be restored amen said Olga and Sergei in a single breath and as she uttered the words Olga's eyes fell on the lost crown upon the table and for the moment they seemed to flame with the inner fires of a quenchless rage Paul Romanov's eyes answered hers flash for flash for the same hatred and longing for revenge possessed them both the old man who had carried the weight of a hundred years to the brink of the grave and the young girl whose feet were still lingering on the dividing line between girlhood and womanhood then he went on speaking with an added tone of fierceness in his voice from the day of my birth until this the night of my death it has been impossible to do anything to recover that which you lost in the great revolt not that stow our hearts and keen brains and willing hands have been wanting for the work but because the strong arms of the terror has encircled the earth with unbreakable bonds because its eye has never slept and because its hand has held infallible destruction upon all who have dared to take the first step towards freedom Natsas spoke truly then he said that the terrorists had rules of world by force and Alan Arnold today spoke truly after him then he said that the supremacy of the Aryans was based upon the force that they could bring to bear upon any who revolted against them through their possession of the empire of the air it is this priceless possession that gives them the command of the world and for a hundred years they have guarded it so jealously that they have slain without mercy all who have ventured to take even the first step towards an independent solution of the mighty problem which Richard Arnold solved 126 years ago the last man who died in this cause was my only son and your father Ogre remembers that for it is not the least item in the legacy of revenge that I bequeath to you tonight he had devoted his life as many others had done before him to the task of discovering the secret of the motive power of the terrorist airship the year you were born success had crowned the efforts of 10 years of tireless labor working with the utmost secrecy in a lonely hut buried in the forests of Norway he and six others who were as he sought devoted to him and the glorious cause of wrestling the empire of the world from the grasp of the terrorists had built an airship that would have been swifter and more powerful than any of their aerial fleet two days before she was ready to take to the air one of his men deserted the traitor was never seen again but the next night a terrorist vessel descended from the clouds and in the few minutes not a vestige of our airship or her creators remained only a black and waste in the midst of the forest was left to show the scene of their labors within 48 hours it was known all over the civilized world that Vladimir Romanov and his associates had been killed by order of the supreme council for endeavoring to build an airship in defiance of its commands such as the enemies against whom you will have to contend they are still virtually the masters of the world and the task before you is to rest that mastery from them it is no light task but it is not impossible for the Aryans are after all but men and women as you are and what they have done other men and women can surely do the great secret cannot always remain theirs alone whilst they actively control the nations nothing could be done against them for their hand was everywhere and their eyes saw everything but now they have abdicated the throne of the world and left the nations to rule themselves as they can for a time things will go on in their present grooves but that will not be for long I who am their bitterest enemy on earth and forced to confess that the terrorists have proved themselves to be the wisest as well as the strongest of despots under their rule the world has become a paradise for the canal and the multitude but they have curbed the mob as well as the king and abolished the demagogue as well as the despot now the strong hand is lifted and the bridle loosed and before many years have passed the brute strength of the multitude will have begun to assert itself the so-called kings of the earth who rule now in a mockery of royalty will speedily find that the real kings of the old days rule because in the last resource they had armies and navies that they command and could enforce obedience these are but the puppets of the popular will and now that the moral and the physical support of the supreme council and its aerial fleet is taken from them they will see democracy run rampant and having no strength to stem the tide they will have to float visit or be submerged by it in another generation the voice of the majority the blind brute force of numbers will rule everything on earth what government they may be will be a mere matter of counting heads individual freedom will by swift degrees vanish from the earth and human society will become a huge machine grinding all men down to the same level until the monotony of life becomes unendurable here the two all democracies in the history of the world have been ended by military despotism but now military despotism has been made impossible and so democracy will run riot until it plunges the world into social chaos this may come in your time or in your children's but it is the opportunity for which you must work and wait even now you will find in every nation thousands of men and women who are chafing against the limitations imposed on individual aspirations and ambitions and as the rule of democracy spreads and becomes heavier some number of these will increase until at last revolt will become possible nay inevitable of this revolt you must make yourselves the guiding spirits the work will be long and arduous but you have all your lives before you and the rewards of success will be glorious beyond all description not only will you restore the house of romanoff to its ancient glories in yourself and your children that you will enthrone it in an even higher place than that which your ancestors had almost won for it then these striccer cursey terrorists turn the tide of battle against him on the threshold of the conquest of the world do not shrink from the task would despair because you are now only two against the world think of netas and the mighty ver that he did and remember that he was once only one against the world which in the day of battle he fought and conquered above all things never let your eyes wonder from the land of the aliens that once conquered and subverbed is yours to do this as you will to do that you must first conquer the air as they have done area itself by all reports is such a paradise as the sun nowhere else shines upon someday whether by force or cunning it may be yours and then it is the world also will be yours to be your footstool and your place thing and all the peoples of the earth shall be your servants to do your bidding yes i can see through the mists of the coming years and beyond the grave that opens at my feet aerial navies flying the eagle of russia and scaling the mighty battlements of area hurling their lightnings far and wide and the work of vengeance long delayed behind the battle i see darkness that my weak eyes cannot pierce but your chassis clearly their mind are clouded with the falling mists of death the shadows are closing around me and the sands in the glass are almost run out yet one thing remains to be done since alexander romanoff died at the mines of cara nodes are of russia has been crowned now i poll romanoff his rightful heir they'll crown myself after the fashion of my ancestors and then i will crown you as a daughter of my murdered son and you will place the diadem and your husband's brow then god has made you one so saying the old man rose from his seat with his face flushed and his eyes aglow with the light of ecstasy auger and surge rose to their feet half in fear and half in wonder as they looked upon his transfigured countenance he lifted the imperial crown from the table and then drawing himself up to the full height of his majestic statue raised it high above his head and lowered it slowly down towards his brow the dual circuit of gold had almost touched the silver of his snowy hair when the light suddenly died out of his eyes leaving the glaze of death behind it he gasped once for breath and then his mighty form shrank together and pitched forward in a huddled heap at their feet flinging the crown with a dull crash to the floor and sending it rolling away into a corner of the room god glad that may not be an omen auger said surge covering his eyes with his hands to shut out the sudden horror of the sight omen or not i will do his bidding to the end said the girl slowly and solemnly then her pent up passion of grief burst forth in a long wailing cry and she flung herself down on the prostate form of the only friend she had ever known and loved and laid her cheek upon his and let the welling tears run from her eyes over those that had forever ceased to weep. End of chapter two chapter three of Olga Romanov by George Griffith this Librivox recording is in the public domain Zarina Olga three days after his death the body of Paul Romanov was reduced to ashes in the Highgate crematorium a magnificent building in the somber yet splendid architecture of ancient Egypt which stood in the midst of what had once been Highgate cemetery and what was now a beautiful garden shaded by noble trees and in summer a blaze with myriads of flowers not a grave or a headstone was to be seen for burial in the earth had been abolished throughout the civilized world for nearly a century in the vast galleries of the central building thousands of urns containing the ashes of the dead reposed in niches inscribed with the name and date of death but these mostly belong to the poorer classes for the wealthy as a rule devoted a chamber in their own houses to this purpose the body was registered in the great book of the dead at the crematorium as that of Paul Ivanish and the only two mourners signed their names Sergei Ivanish and Olga Ivanish grandchildren of the deceased the reason for this was that for more than a century the name of Romanov had been prescribed in all the nations of Europe it was believed that the Vladimir Romanov who had been executed by the supreme council for attempting to solve the forbidden problem was the last of his race and Paul had taken great pains not to disturb this belief long before his son had met with his end he had called himself Paul Ivanish and settled in London and practice his profession as a sculptor in which he had won both fame and fortune Olga had lived with him since her father's death and Sergei who at the time the narrative opens had just completed his studies at the art university of Rome had passed as her brother they took the urn containing the ashes of the old man back with them to the house which now belonged with all its contents to Olga and Sergei on the morning after his death a notice accompanied by an abstract of his will had been inserted in the official gazette the journal devoted exclusively to matters of law and government Paul Romanov had however left two wills behind him one which had to be made public in compliance with the law and one which was intended only for the eyes of Olga and Sergei this second will reposed with the crown of Russia in the secret recess in the wall of the octagonal chamber and the instructions endorsed upon it stated that it was to be opened by Sergei in the presence of Olga after they had brought his ashes back to the house and had been legally confirmed in their possession of his property consequently on the evening of the 11th the two shut themselves into the room and Olga who since her grandfather's death had worn the key of the recess on a chain around her neck unlocked the secret door and gave the will to Sergei as she did so a sudden fancy seized her she took the crown from its resting place and standing in front of a long mirror which occupied one of the eight sides of the room from roof to floor poised it above the lustrous coils of her hair with both hands and said half to Sergei and half to herself that age could not accomplish youth shall do by my own right and with my own hands I am crowned Zarina Empress of the rushes in Europe and Asia as the great Catherine was so will I be and more for I will be mistress of the west and the east I will have a kings for my vessels and senates for my servants and I will rule as no other woman has ruled before me since Semiramis as she uttered the daring words whose fulfillment seemed beyond the dreams of the wildest imagination she placed the crown upon her brow and stood clothed in imperial purple from head to foot the very incarnation of loveliness and royal majesty Sergei looked up as she spoke and gazed for a moment entranced upon her then he threw himself upon his knees before her and raising the hem of her robe to his lips said in a voice half choked with love and passion and I who am also of the imperial blood will be the first to salute you Zarina and mistress you have taken me as your lover let me also be the first of your subjects I will serve you as woman never was served before you should be my mistress my goddess and your words shall be my laws before all other laws if you bid me do evil it shall be to me as good and I will do it I will kill or live alive according to your pleasure and I will hold my own life as cheap as any other in your service for I love you and my life is yours Olga looked down upon him with the light of triumph in her eyes no woman ever breathed to whom such words would not have been sweet but to her they were doubly sweet because they were a spontaneous tribute to the power of her beauty and the strength of her royal nature and an earnest of her future sway over other men more than this too they had been one without an effort from the lips of the man whom she had always been taught to look upon as higher than other men in virtue of his descent from her own ancestry and the blood rights that he shared with her to that throne which it was to be their joint life task to re-establish if she did not love him it was rather because ambition and the inborn lust of power engrossed her whole being than from any lack of worthiness on his part of all the men she had ever seen none compared with him in strength and manliness save one and he bitter beyond expression as the thought was to her was so far above her as she was now that he seemed to belong to another world and to another order of beings as their eyes met a thrill was almost akin to love pass through her soul and acting on the impulse of the moment she took the crown from her own head and held it above his as he knelt at her feet and said not as my subject or my servant but as my co-ruler and helpmate you shall keep set oath of your Sergei Nikolaevich we have exchanged our vows and in a few days I shall be your wife we will veer as equals and so now I crown you as it is my right to do rise my lord Tsar and take your crown Sergei put up his hands and took the crown from hers at the moment that she placed it on his brow he rose to his feet holding it on his head as he said solemnly so be it amazed that God of our fathers helped me to wear it worthily with you and to restore it to the glory that has been taken from it by our enemies then he laid it reverently down on the table and turned to Olga who was still standing before the mirror looking at her own lovely image as though in a dream of future glory he took her unresisting in his arms and kissed her passionately again and again bringing the bright blood to her cheeks and the light of a kindred passion to her eyes and murmuring between the kisses that you darling averse all the crowns of earth and I am still your slave because your beauty and your sweetness make me so then slave you shall be she said giving him back kiss for kiss well knowing that with every pressure of her intoxicating lips she riveted the chains of his bondage closer upon his soul to an outside observer what had taken place would have seen but little better than boy and girls play the fantasy of too young and ardent souls dreaming a romantic and impossible dream of power and glory that had vanished never to be brought back again and yet if such a one had been able to look forward through little more than a single lustrum he would have seen that in the mysterious revolutions of human affairs it is usually the seemingly impossible that becomes possible and the most unexpected that comes to pass the secret will of Paul Romanoff to the study of which the two lovers addressed themselves when they awoke from the dream of love an empire into which Olga's fantasy had plunged them both would if it had been made public have given a by no means indefinite shape to such vague dreams of world revolution as were inspired in thoughtful minds even in the thirty first year of the twenty first century it was a voluminous document of many pages embodying the result of nearly eighty years of tireless scheming and patient research in the field of science as well as in that of politics Paul Romanoff had lived his life with but one object and that was to prepare the way for the accomplishment of a revolution which should accumulate in the subversion of the state of society inaugurated by the terrorists and the re-establishment at any rate in the east of europe of autocratic rule in the person of a scion of the house of Romanoff or that he had been able to do towards the attainment of this seemingly impossible project was crystallized in the document bequeath to Olga and Sergei it was divided into three sections the first of these was mostly of a personal nature and contained details which it would serve no purpose of use or interest to reproduce here it will therefore suffice to say that it contained a list of names and addresses of four hundred men and women scattered throughout europe and america each of whom was the descendant of some prince or noble some great landowner or millionaire who had suffered degradation or ruin at the hands of the terrorists during the reorganization of society after the final triumph of the Anglo-Saxon federation in 1904 the second section of the will was of a purely scientific and technical character it was a theoretical arsenal of weapons for the arming of those who if they were to succeed at all could only do so by bringing back that which it had cost such an awful expenditure of blood and suffering to banish from the earth in the days of the terror the designs of Paul Romanov and the vast aspirations of those to whom he had bequeathed the crown of the great Catherine could have but one result if they ever passed from the realm of fancy to that of deeds if the clock was to be put back only the armed hand could do it and that hand must be so armed that it could strike at first secretly and yet with paralyzing effect the few would have to array themselves against the many and if they triumphed it would have to be by the possession of some such means of terrorism and irresistible destruction as those who had accomplished the revolution of 1904 had wielded in their aerial fleet by far the most important part of this section of the will consisted of plans and diagrams of various descriptions of airships and submarine vessels accompanied by minute directions for building and working them most of them were from the hand of Vladimir Romanov Olga's father but of infinitely more importance even than all these was a detailed description on the last page but two of the section of the solution of a problem which had been attempted in the last decade of the 19th century but which was still unsolved so far as the world at large was concerned this was the direct transformation of the solar energy locked up in coal into electrical energy without loss either by waste or transference how vast and yet easily controlled a power this would be in the hands of those who were able to wield it may be guessed from the fact that in the present day less than 10 percent of the latent energy of coal is developed as electrical power even in the most perfect systems of conversion all the rest is wasted between the furnace of the steam engine and the dynamo it was to electrical power obtained direct from coal and petroleum that Vladimir Romanov trusted for the motive force of his airships and submarine vessels and which he had already employed with experimental success as regards the former when his career was cut short by the swift and pitiless execution of the sentence of the supreme council the remainder of this section was occupied by a list of chemical formulae for the most powerful explosives then known to science and minute instructions for their preparation at the bottom of the page which contained these there was a little strip of parchment fastened by one end to the binding of the other sheets and covered with very small writing Olga's eyes wandering down over the maze of figures which crowded the page reached it before Sergei's did one quick glance told her that it was something very different to the rest she laid one hand carelessly over it and with the other softly caressed Sergei's crisp golden curls as he looked around in the response to the caress their eyes met and she said in her sweet low witching voice dearest I have a favor to ask of you not a favor to ask but a command to give you means speak and you are obeyed have I not sworn obedience he replied laying his hands upon her shoulder and drawing her lovely face closer to his as he spoke no it is only a favor she said with such a smile as Anthony might have seen on the lips of Cleopatra I want you to leave me alone for a little time for half an hour and then come back and finish reading this me you know my brain is not as strong as yours and I feel a little bewildered there's all the wonderful things that there are in this legacy of my father's father before we go any further I should like to read it all through again by myself so as to understand it thoroughly so suppose you go to your smoking room fully little and leave me to do so I shall not take very long and then V will go over the rest together but V have only a couple more pages to read sweet one and then I will go over it all again visit you and explain anything that you have not understood as he spoke Sergei's eyes never wavered for a moment from hers could he but have broken their spell he might have seen that she was hiding something from him under her little white hand and shapely arm she brought her red smiling lips still nearer to his as she almost whispered in reply V it is only a girl's theme after all but still I am a girl come now I will give you a kiss for 20 minutes solitude and then you come back and we have finished our task you shall have as many more as you like the sweet tempting lips came closer still and the witching spell of her great dusky eyes grew stronger as she spoke how was he to know what was hanging in the balance in that fateful moment he was but a hot-blooded youth of 20 and he worshiped this lovely girlish temptress who had not yet seen 17 summers with an adoration that blinded him to all else but her and her intoxicating beauty he drew her yielding form to him until he could feel her heart beating against his and as their lips met the promised kiss came from hers to his he returned it threefold and then his arm slipped from her shoulder to her waist and he lifted her like a child from her chair and carried her half- laughing and half protesting to the door claimed and took another kiss before he released her and then put her down and left her alone without another word alas poor sir gay she said as the door closed behind him you are not the first man who has lost the empire of the world for a woman's kiss before i saw that you were my equal and help me now you and all other men yes not even except in he who seems so far above me now shall be my slaves and do my bidding so blindly that they shall not even know they are doing it yes the weapons of war are worth much but what are they in comparison with the souls of the men who will have to use them in half an hour sir gay came back to finish the reading of the will with her the little slip of paper had been removed so skillfully that it would have been impossible for him to have even guessed that he'd ever been attached to the parchment or that it was now lying hidden in the bosom of the girl who would have killed him without the slightest scruple to gain the unsuspected possession of it end of chapter three chapter four of Olga Romanoff by George Griffith this Librivox recording is in the public domain chapter four a son of the gods on the day but one following the reading of Paul Romanoff's secret will Olga and Sergei set out for St. Petersburg to convey his ashes to their last resting place in the cathedral of ss Peter and Paul in the fortress of Petropolovsky where he posed the dust of the tyrants of Russia from Peter the Great to Alexander the second of Russia now only remembered as the chief characters in the dark tragedy of the days before the revolution the intense love of the russians for their country had survived a tremendous change that had passed over the face of society and it was still accustomed to bring the ashes of those who claimed noble descent and deposit them in one of their national churches even when they had died in distant countries the station from which they started was a splendid structure of marble glass and aluminium steel standing in the midst of a vast abundantly wooded garden which occupied the region that had once been made hideous by the slums and sweating dens of Southwark the ground floor was occupied by waiting rooms dining saloons conservatories and winter gardens for the convenience and enjoyment of travelers and from these lifts rose to the upper stories where the platforms and lines lay under an immense crystal arch 12 lines ran out of the station divided into three sets of four each of these the center set was entirely devoted to continental traffic and the lines of the system stretched without a break from London to Peking the cars ran suspended on a single rail upheld by light graceful arches of a practically unbreakable alloy of aluminium steel and sink while about a fifth of their weights was borne by another single insulating rail of forged glass the rediscovery of the lost art of making which had opened up immense possibilities to the engineers of the 21st century along this lower line the train ran not on wheels but on lubricated bearings which glided over it with no more friction than that of a steel skate on ice on the upper rail ran double flanged wheels with ball bearings and this line also conducted the electric currents from which the motive power was derived the two inner lines of each set were devoted to long-distance express traffic and the two outer two intermediate transit corresponding to the ordinary trains of the present day thus for example the train by which Olga and Sergei were about to travel stopped only at Brussels, Berlin, Konigsberg, Moscow, Nizhny Novgorod, Tomsk, Tobolsk, Okutsk and Peking which was reached by a line running through the Solange Valley and across the great desert of Shamu while from Okutsk and at the branch of the line ran northeastward via Okutsk to the East Cape where the Bering Bridge united the systems of the old world and the new. The usual speed of the express was 150 miles an hour rising to 200 on the long runs and that of the ordinary trains from 100 to 150. Higher speeds could of course be attained on emergencies but these had been found to be quite sufficient for all practical purposes. The cars were not unlike the plomins of the present day saves that they were wider and roomier and were built not out of wood and iron but of aluminium and forged glass. Their interiors were of course absolutely impervious to wind and dust even at the highest speeds of the train although a perfect system of ventilation kept their atmosphere perfectly fresh. The long distance trains were fitted up exactly as moving hotels and the traveller from London to Peking or Montreal was not under the slightest necessity of leaving the train unless he chose to do so from end to end of the journey. One more advantage of railway travelling in the 21st century may be mentioned here. It was entirely free both for passengers and baggage. Easy and rapid transit being considered an absolute necessity of a high state of civilization just as armies and navies had once been thought to be. Every self-supporting person paid a small travelling tax in return for which he or she was entitled to the freedom of all the lines in the area of the Federation. In addition to this tax the municipality of every city or town through which the lines passed set apart a portion of their rent tax for the maintenance of the railways in return for the advantages they derived from them. Under this reasonable condition of affairs therefore all that an intended traveller had to do was to signify the date of his departure and his destination to the superintendent of the nearest station and send his heavier baggage on in advance by one of the trains devoted to the carriage of freight. A place was then allotted to him and all he had to do was to go and take possession of it. The continental station was comfortably full of passengers when Olga and Sergei reached it about 15 minutes before the departure of the Eastern Express. For people were leaving the capital of the world in thousands just then to spend Christmas a new year with friends in the other cities of Europe and especially to attend the great winter festival that was held every year in St Petersburg in celebration of the anniversary of Russian freedom. Ten minutes before the express started they ascended in one of the lifts to the platform and went to find their seats. As they walked along the train Olga suddenly stopped and said almost with a gasp, Look Sergei, there are two Aryans and one of them is... Who? said Sergei almost roughly. I didn't know you had any acquaintances amongst the masters of the world. The son of the Romanovs hated the very name of the Aryans so bitterly that even the mere suspicion that his idolized betrothed should have so much as spoken to one of them was enough to rouse his anger. No, I haven't, she replied quietly, ignoring the sudden change in his manner, but but you and I have very good reasons for wishing to make say distinguished acquaintance. I recognize one of these because he sat beside Alan Arnold, the president of the council, in St. Paul's. Then they were foolish enough to relinquish the throne of the world in obedience to an old man's whim. The taller of the two standing there by the pillar is the younger counterpart of the president and if his looks don't belay him he can be nirvan but the son of Alan Arnold and therefore the future ruler of Arya and the present or future possessor of the great secret. Do you see now why it is necessary that we should, well I would say, make friends of those two handsome lads? Olga spoke rapidly and in Russian. A tongue then scarce the ever-heard and very little understood even among educated people who, whatever their nationality, made English their language of general intercourse. The words, handsome lads, had grated harshly upon Sergei's ears, but he saw the force of Olga's question at once and strove hard to stifle the waking demons of jealousy that had been roused more by her tone and the quick bright flush on her cheek than by her words as he answered, forgive me dying for speaking roughly. The hundred years of peace have not tamed my Russian blood enough to let me look upon my enemies without anger. Of course you are right and if they are going by the express as they seem to be we should be friendly enough by the time we reach Konigsberg. I am glad you agree with me, said Olga, for the destiny of the world may turn on the events of the next few hours. Ah, the fates are kind, look, there is Alderman Hethestone talking to them. I suppose he has come to see them off for no doubt they have been the guests of the city during the festival. Come, he will very soon make us known to each other. A couple of minutes later the Alderman who had been an old friend of Paul Ivanish, the famous sculptor, had cordially greeted them and introduced them to the two Aryans, whose names he gave as Alan Arnoldson, the son of the president of the late Supreme Council, and Alexis Mazerov, a descendant of the Alexis Mazanoff who had played such a conspicuous part in the War of the Terror. They were just starting on the tour of the world and were bound for St. Petersburg to witness the Winter Festival. Olga had been more than justified in speaking of them as she had done. Both in face and form they were the very ideal of youthful manhood. Both of them stood over six feet in their long soft white leather boots which rose above their knees meeting their close-fitting gray tunics of silk embroidered cloth confined at the waist by belts curiously fashioned of flat links of several different metals and fastened in front by heavy buckles of gold studded with great flashing gems. From their broad shoulders hung traveling cloaks of fine blue cloth lined with silver fur and kept in place across the breast by silver chains and clasps of a strange blue metal whose luster seemed to come from within like that of a diamond or a sapphire. On their heads they wore no other covering than their own thick curling hair which they wore somewhat in the picturesque style of the 14th century and a plain broad band of the gleaming blue metal from which rose above the temples a pair of marvellously chaste golden wings about four inches high the insignia of the Empire of the Air and the sign which distinguished the Aryans from all of the peoples of the earth. As Olga shook hands with Allen she looked up into his dark blue eyes with a glance such as he had never received from a woman before a glance in which he seemed instinctively to read at once love and hate frank admiration and equally undisguised defiance their eyes held each other for a moment of mutual fascination which neither could resist and then the dark fringe lids fell over hers and a faint flush rose to her cheeks as she replied to his words of salutation surely the pleasure will rather be on our side these traveling companions from the other world for my own part I seem to remind myself somewhat of one of the daughter's men whom the sons of the gods she stopped short in the middle of her daring speech and looked up at him again as much as to say so much for the present let the fates finish it and then appearing to correct herself she went on with a half saucy half deprecating smile on her dangerously mobile lips more true I fancy of the daughter of men than of the supposed sons of the gods retorted Allen with a laugh half startled by her words and wholly charmed by the indescribable fascination of the way in which she said them for the daughters of men were so fair that the sons of gods lost heaven itself for their sakes even so said Olga looking him full in the eyes and at that moment the signal sounded for them to take their places in the cars a couple of minutes after they had taken their seats the train drew out of the station with an imperceptible gliding motion so smooth and frictionless that it seemed rather as though the people standing on the platform were sliding backwards than that the train was moving forwards the speed increased rapidly but so evenly that almost before they were well aware of it the passengers were flying over the snow-covered landscape under the bright heartless sun and pale steel blue sky of a perfect winter's morning at a hundred miles an hour the speed ever increasing as they sped onward the line followed the general direction of the present route to Dover which was reached in about half an hour without pausing for a moment in its rapid flight the express swept out from the land over the channel bridge which spanned the straights from Dover to Calais at a height of 200 feet above the water traveling at a speed of three miles a minute seven minutes sufficed for the express to leap as it were from land to land as they swept along in mid-air over the waves Olga pointed down to them and said to Alan who was sitting in the armchair next to her own imagine the time when people had to take a couple of hours getting across here in a little dirty smoky steamboat mingling their sorrows and their seasickness in one common misery I really think this channel bridge is worthy even of your admiration come now you have not admired anything yet pardon me said Alan with a look and a laugh that set Serge's teeth gritting against each other and brought the ready blood to Olga's cheeks on the contrary I have been absorbed in admiration ever since we started but not apparently of our engineering triumphs replied Olga frankly taking the compliment to herself and see me in no way displeased with it it would seem that the polite art of flattery is studied to some purpose in area there you are quite wrong returned Alan still speaking in the same half jocular half serious vein before all things we Aryans are told to tell the absolute truth under all circumstances no matter whether it pleases or offends so you see what is usually known as flattery could hardly be one of our arts since as often as not it is a lie told in the guise of truth for the sake of serving some hidden and perhaps dishonest end the blow so unconsciously delivered struck straight home and the flush died from Olga's cheek leaving her for the moment so white that her companion anxiously asked her if she wasn't well no she said recovering her self-possession under the impulse of sudden anger at the weakness she had betrayed it's nothing this is the first time for you so that I have traveled by one of these fast trains and the speed made me a little giddy just for the instant I'm quite well really so please go on you know that wonderful fairyland of yours is a subject of everlasting interest and curiosity to us poor outsiders who are denied a glimpse of its glories and it is so very rare that one of us enjoys the privilege that is mine just now that I hope you will indulge by feminine curiosity as far as your good nature is able to temper your reserve as she uttered her request Alan's smiling face suddenly became grave almost a sternness the laughing light died out of his eyes and she saw them dark and in a fashion that at once convinced her that she had begun by making a serious mistake he looked up at her with a shadow in his eyes and a slight frown on his brow he spoke slowly and steadily but with a manifest reluctance which he seemed to take little or no trouble to conceal I'm sorry that you have asked me to talk and what is a forbidden subject to every Aryan save when he is speaking with one of his own nation I see you have been looking at these two golden wings on the band around my head I will tell you what they mean and then you will understand why I cannot say all that I know you would like me to say they are to us what the toga virilis was to the Romans of old the insignia of manhood and responsibility when a youth of area reaches the age of 20 he is entitled to wear these wings as a sign that he is invested with all the rights and duties of a citizen of the nation which has conquered and commands the empire of the air one of these duties is that in all the more serious relations of life he shall remain apart from all the peoples of the world save his own and shall say nothing that will do anything to lift the veil which it has pleased our forefathers in their wisdom to draw around the realms of area before we assume the citizenship of which these wings are the symbol we never visit the outside world safe to make air voyages for the purpose of learning the physical facts of the earth's shape and geography of land and sea immediately after we have assumed it we do as Alexis and I are now doing travel for a year or so through the different countries of the outside world in order to get our knowledge of men and things as they exist beyond the limits of our own country the fact that we do so under a pledge solemnly and publicly given of never revealing anything which could lead even to a possibility of other peoples of the earth overtaking us in the progress which we have made in the arts and the sciences is my excuse for refusing to tell you what your very natural curiosity has asked Olga saw instantly that she had struck a false note and was not slow to make good her mistake she laid her hand upon his arm with that pretty gesture which Sergei knew so well and watch now with much bitter feelings and said in a tone that betrayed no trace of the consuming passion within her forgive me of course you will see that I did not know I was trenching on forbidden grounds I can well understand why such secrets as yours must be should be kept you have been masters of the world for more than a century and even now although you have formally advocated as throne of the world it would be absurd to deny that you still hold the destinies of humanity in your hands the secrets which guard so tremendous a power as that may well be religiously kept and held more sacred than anything else on earth still you have mistaken me if you thought I asked for any of these all I really wanted was that you should tell me something that would give me just a glimpse of what human life is like in that enchanted land of yours Alan laid his hands upon hers which was still resting upon his arm and interrupted her even more earnestly than before even that I cannot tell you with us the man who gives a pledge and breaks it even in the spirit though not in the letter is not considered worthy to live and therefore I must be silent instead of answering with her lips Olga turned her hand palm upwards and clasped his with a pressure which he returned before he very well knew what he was doing and while the magic of her clasp was still stealing along his nerves Sergei broke in with a harsh ring in his voice but pardon me for interrupting but seems a very pleasant conversation with my my sister I should like to ask this all due deference to the infinitely superior wisdom of the rulers of area whether it is not rather a risky thing for you to travels us about the world possessing secrets which any man or woman would almost be willing to die even to know for a few minutes then after all you are but human even as the rest of humanity are you for instance are only two among millions how would you protect yourself against the superior forces of numbers suppose you've taken unawares and the circumstances which make your superior knowledge unavailing you know human nature is the same yesterday today and tomorrow despite the superficial varnish of civilization the passions of men are only curbed and not dead there may be men on earth today who to gain such knowledge as you possess would even resort to the torches used by the inquisition in the 16th century suppose you found yourself in the power of such men as that but then would you still preserve your secret intact do you think allen heard him to the end without moving a muscle of his face and without even withdrawing his hand from auger's clasp but at the last sentence he snatched it suddenly away half turned in his seat and faced him then looking him straight in the eyes he said in a tone as cold and measured as might have been used by a judge sentencing a criminal to death we do not fear anything of the sort simply because each of one of us holds the power of life and death in his hands if you laid a handle me now in anger all with an intent to me harm you would be struck dead before you could raise a finger in your own defense do you think that we who are as far in advance of you as you are in advance of the men of a hundred years ago would trust ourselves amongst those who might be our enemies were we not amply protected against you tell me have you ever read a book written nearly two hundred years ago in the Victorian age called the coming race yes said surgey thinking as he spoke of the possibilities contained in the secret will of paul romanoff i have read it and so is auger photo of it well said allen quietly without moving his eyes from those of surgey i had better tell you at once that we have realized all intents and purposes the dream that lit and dreamt when he wrote that book i can tell you so much without breaking the pledge of which i have spoken all that the virile yard did in his dream we have accomplished in reality and more than that our empire is not bounded by the roofs of subterranean caverns but only by the limits of the planet's atmosphere we can soar beyond the clouds and dive beneath the seas we have realized what we call the virile force as a sober scientific fact and if i thought that you for instance were my enemy i could strike you dead without so much as laying a hand on you and if a dozen like you try to overcome me by superior brute force they would all meet with the same fate i'm afraid this sounds somewhat like boasting he continued in a more gentle tone and dropped his eyes to the floor of the car but the turn the conversation has taken obliged me to say what i've done suppose we give it another turn and change the subject we have unintentionally got upon rather uncomfortable ground surgey and auger were not slow to take the pointed hint and so the talk drifted into general and more harmless channels end of chapter four chapter five of auger romanoff by george griffith this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter five a vision from the clouds at konigsberg which was reached in nine hours after leaving london that is to say soon after seven o'clock in the evening the eastern express divided five of the cars went northwood to st. petersburg carrying the passengers who were going to participate in the winter festival while the other five which made up the train went on to moscoe and the east during the 20 minute stop at burlin auger had found an opportunity of having a few words in private with surgey and had succeeded in persuading him much against his will of the necessity of postponing their marriage and therefore their visit to moscoe for the execution of a daring and suddenly conceived plan which he had thought out but which he had then no time to explain to him surgey though very low to postpone even for a day or two the consummation of his hopes and the hour which should make auger irrevocably his so far as human laws could bind her to him was so far under the domination of her imperious will that as soon as he saw that she had determined to have her own way he yielded with the best grace he could auger chided him gently and yet earnestly for his outbreak of temper towards allen and told him plainly that where such tremendous issues were concerned as those which were involved in the struggle which sooner or later they must wage with the Aryans no personal considerations whatever could be permitted a moment serious thought if she could sacrifice her own feelings and disguise her hatred of the tyrants of the world under the mask of friendliness for the sake of the ends which both their lives were devoted surely he if he were at all worthy of her love could so far trust her as to restrain the unreasoning jealousy of which he had already been guilty either she told him he must trust to her absolutely for the present or he must take the management of affairs into his own hands and as she said in conclusion he must find some influence stronger than hers in their dealings with him who would one day be the ruler of area and therefore the real master of the world should it ever be possible to dispute the empire of earth with the Aryans from the influence which he exercised over himself Sergei knew only too well that he could not hope to rival her in this regard where a man was concerned and so he perforce agreed to her proposal and for the present left the conduct of affairs in her hands a telephonic message was therefore sent from Konersburg to the friends who expected them at Vorobivo near Moscow to tell them of the change in their plans and when the train once more glided out over the frozen planes of the north the four were once more seated together in the brilliantly lighted car which flashed like a meteor through the gathering darkness of the winter's night about half an hour after they had passed what had once been the jealously guarded Russian frontier a dazzling gleam of light suddenly blazed down from the black darkness overhead and Olga who was sitting by one of the windows of the car bent forward and said look there what is that there is a bright that light shining down out of the clouds on the train Alan saw the flash across the window and without even troubling to look up at its source said oh I suppose that'll be the airship that was ordered to meet us at St. Petersburg you know we usually have one of them in attendance when we trust ourselves alone among our possible enemies of the outer world the last sentence was spoken with a quiet irony which brought home both to Olga and Sergei that not very pleasant conviction that their previous conversation had by no means been forgotten Sergei perhaps fearing to give utterance to his thoughts remained silent but Olga looked at Alan with a half saucy smile and said almost mockingly your majesty's of area may well esteem yourselves impregnable that you have such a bodyguard as that at your beck and call I suppose that airship would not have the slightest difficulty in blowing this train and all it contains off surface of the earth at a moment's notice if it had orders to do so not the slightest said Alan quietly but in proof of the fact that it has no such hostile intentions you shall if you please take a voyage beyond the clouds in it the day after tomorrow from st. Petersburg what cried Olga her cheeks flushing and her eyes lighting up at the very idea of such an experience do you really mean to say that you would permit a daughter of the earth as I am told you call the women who had not the good fortune to be born in area to go on board one of those wonderful airships of yours and taste the forbidden delights of spurning the earth and sharing even for an hour your empire of the air why not replied Alan with a laugh what harm would it be done by taking you for a trip beyond the clouds we are not so selfish as all that and if the novel experience would give you any pleasure we have a perfect right to ask you to enjoy it will you come surely there is scarcely any need for me to say yes thy do you know I believe I would give five years of my life for as many hours on boards the airship of yours said Olga and if you will do as you say you will make me your debtor forever indeed how could a poor earth-dweller such as I am we pay a favor like that ah if only you were an arian I should not have much difficulty in telling you how you could do that retorted Alan with almost boyish candor as it is I'm afraid I must be satisfied for my reward with the pleasure of knowing that I have given you a pleasurable experience your majesty has put that so prettily that it almost atones for the sense of hopeless inferiority which I need hardly tell you it's just a trifle bitter to my feminine pride said Olga in the same half-mantring tone she had used all along before a reply had risen to Alan's lips the conversation was interrupted by the airship suddenly swooping down from the clouds to the level of the windows of the train which was now flying along over a wide treeless plane at a speed of fully 200 miles an hour as the searchlight of the aerial vessel flashed along the windows of the cars the blinds which had been drawn down at nightfall were sprung up again by the passengers who were all eager to get a glimpse of one of the marvellous vessels which so rarely came within close view of the dwellers upon earth the airship on which all eyes were now bent with such intense curiosity was a beautifully proportioned vessel built chiefly of some unknown metal which shone with a brilliant pale blue luster her hull was about 200 feet from stem to stern not counting a long ram-like projection which stretched some 25 feet in front of the stem with its point level with the keel or rather with the three keels the center one shallow and the two others very deep which were obviously shaped so as to enable the craft either to stand upright on land or to sail upon the water if desired from each of her sides spread out two great wings not unlike palm leaves in shape measuring some hundred feet from point to point and about twice the width of the vessel's deck which was as nearly as could be judged 20 feet amid ships these wings were made of some white lustrous material which shone with a somewhat more metallic sheen than silk would have done and were divided into a vast number of sections by transverse ribs these sections vibrated and undulated rhythmically from front to rear with enormous rapidity and evidently not only sustained the vessel in the air but also aided in her propulsion three seemingly solid disks which glittered brilliantly in the light from the train marked the position of the airship's propellers of which one revolved on a shaft in a straight line with the center of the deck while the shafts of the other two were inclined outwards at a slight angle from the middle line from the deck rose three slender raking masts apparently placed there for ornament rather than use unless indeed they were employed for signaling purposes the whole deck was covered completely from end to end by a curved roof of glass and formed a spacious chamber pervaded by a soft diffused light the origin of which was invisible and which showed about half a dozen figures clad in the graceful costumes of the Aryans and all wearing the headdress with golden wings from under the domed crystal roof projected ten long slender guns two over the bows two over the stern and three over each side at equal intervals such was the wonderful craft which swept down from the darkness of the wintry sky in full view of the passengers in the cars and lighted up the snowy landscape for three or four miles ahead and the stern with the dazzling rays of her two searchlights although as has been said the express was moving at quite 200 miles an hour the airship swept up alongside it with as much apparent ease as though it had been stationary amid the murmurs of irrepressible admiration which greeted it from the passengers it glided smoothly nearer and nearer until the side of one of its wings was within 10 feet of the car windows Alan and Alexis stood up and saluted their comrades on the deck then a few rapid unintelligible signals made with the hand passed between them a parting sleut was waved from the airship to the express and then with a speed that seemed to rival that of a lightning bolt the cruiser of the air darted forward and upward and in 10 seconds was lost beyond the clouds well now that you have seen one of our aerial fleets at close quarters said Alan turning to Olga and Sergei what do you think of her a miracle they both explained in one breath and then Olga went on her voice trembling with an irresistible agitation I can hardly believe that such a marvel is the creation of a merely human genius there is something appalling in the very idea of the awful power lying in the hands of those who can create a command such a vessel as that you Aryans may well look down on us poor earth dwellers for truly you have made yourselves as gods she spoke earnestly and for once with absolute honesty for the vision of the airship had awed her completely for the time being Alan appeared for the moment as a god in her eyes until she saw his lips curve in a very human smile and heard his voice say without the slightest assumption of superiority in its tone no not as gods but only as men who have developed under the most favorable circumstances possible and who have known how to make the best of their advantages god or man said Olga in her soul while her lips were smiling acknowledgement of his modesty by this time tomorrow you shall be my slave and I will be mistress both of you and your airship end of chapter five