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in air, harnessed to a strange steed.
A horse it seemed,9 but winged like an eagle, and its fore-legs
feathered and armed with eagle's claws instead of hooves. He entered
the chariot, and that little martlet sat on his knee.
With a whirr of wings the wild courser sprang skyward. The night
about them was like the tumult of bubbles about a diver's ears diving in
a deep pool under a smooth steep rock in a mountain cataract. Time
was swallowed up in speed; the world reeled; and it was but as the
space between two deep breaths till that strange courser spread wide his
rainbow wings and slanted down the night over a great island that
slumbered on a slumbering sea, with lesser isles about it: a country of
rock mountains and hill pastures and many waters, all a-glimmer in the
moonshine.
They landed within a gate crowned with golden lions. Lessingham
came down from the chariot, and the little black martlet circled about
his head, showing him a yew avenue leading from the gates. As in a
dream, he followed her.

I
THE CASTLE OF LORD JUSS
Of the rarities that were in the lofty presence chamber, fair and lovely
to behold, and of the qualities and conditions of the lords of
Demonland: and of the embassy sent unto them by King Gorice XI.,
and of the answer thereto.
THE eastern stars were paling to the dawn as Lessingham followed his
conductor along the grass walk between the shadowy ranks of Irish
yews, that stood like soldiers mysterious and expectant in the darkness.
The grass was bathed in night-dew, and great white lilies sleeping in

the shadows of the yews loaded the air of that garden with fragrance.
Lessingham felt no touch of the ground beneath his feet, and when he
stretched out his hand to touch a tree his hand passed through branch
and leaves as though they were unsubstantial as a moonbeam.
The little martlet, alighting on his shoulder, laughed in his ear. "Child
of earth," she said, "dost think we are here in dreamland?"
He answered nothing, and she said, "This is no dream. Thou, first of the
children of men, art come to Mercury, where thou and I will journey up
and down for a season to show thee the lands and oceans, the forests,
plains, and ancient mountains, cities and palaces of this world, Mercury,
and the doings of them that dwell therein. But here thou canst not
handle aught, neither make the folk ware of thee, not though thou shout
thy throat hoarse. For thou and I walk here impalpable and invisible, as
it were two dreams walking."
They were now on the marble steps which led from the yew walk to the
terrace opposite the great gate of the castle. "No need to unbar gates to
thee and me," said the martlet, as they passed beneath the darkness of
that ancient portal, carved with strange devices, and clean through the
massy timbers of the bolted gate thickly riveted with silver, into the
inner court. "Go we into the lofty presence chamber and there tarry
awhile. Morning is kindling the upper air, and folk will soon be stirring
in the castle, for they lie not long abed when day begins in Demonland.
For be it known to thee, O earthborn, that this land is Demonland, and
this castle the castle of Lord Juss, and this day now dawning his
birthday, when the Demons hold high festival in Juss's castle to do
honour unto him and to his brethren, Spitfire and Goldry Bluszco; and
these and their fathers before them bear rule from time immemorial in
Demonland, and have the lordship over all the Demons."
She spoke, and the first low beams of the sun smote javelinlike through
the eastern windows, and the freshness of morning breathed and
shimmered in that lofty chamber, chasing the blue and dusky shades of
departed night to the corners and recesses, and to the rafters of the
vaulted roof. Surely no potentate of earth, not Croesus, not the great
King, not Minos in his royal palace in Crete, not all the Pharaohs, not

Queen Semiramis, nor all the Kings of Babylon and Nineveh had ever a
throne room to compare in glory with that high presence chamber of
the lords of Demonland. Its walls and pillars were of snow-white
marble, every vein whereof was set with small gems: rubies, corals,
garnets, and pink topaz. Seven pillars on either side bore up the
shadowy vault of the roof; the roof-tree and the beams were of gold,
curiously carved, the roof itself of mother-of-pearl. A side aisle ran
behind each row of pillars, and seven paintings on the western side
faced seven spacious windows on the east. At the end