In spite of the colossal iniquity which it concealed, the spectacle was
one of indescribable grandeur. Almost as far as the eye could reach the
beams of the early morning sun were gleaming upon innumerable white
tents, and flashing over a sea of glittering metal, of bare bayonets and
sword scabbards, of spear points and helmets, of gold-laced uniforms and
the polished accoutrements of countless batteries of field artillery.
Far away to the westward the stately city of Berlin could be seen lying
upon its intersecting waters, and encircled by its fortifications
bristling with guns, and in advance of it were the long serried lines of
its defenders gathered to do desperate battle for home and fatherland.
As soon as the Russian army was fairly in sight the Ithuriel shot ahead,
sank to the level of the flotilla, and then stopped until she was
overtaken by the Orion. Tremayne was on deck, and Arnold as soon as he
came alongside said--
"You must stop here for the present. I want the aerostat commanded by
Colonel Alexandrovitch to come with me; meanwhile you and the Ariel will
rise with the rest of the balloons to a height of four thousand feet;
you will keep strict guard over the balloons, and permit no movement to
be made until my return. We are going to bring his Majesty the Tsar to
book, or else make things pretty lively for him if he won't listen to
reason.
"Very well," replied Tremayne. "I will do as you say, and await
developments with considerable interest. If there is going to be a
fight, I hope you're not going to leave us out in the cold."
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