“The Master, the Master!  God and the Master,” shouted the people.  “To hell with the Council!” Graham looked at their multitudes, receding beyond counting into a shouting haze, and then at Ostrog beside him, white and steadfast and still.  His eye went again to the little group of White Councillors.  And then he looked up at the familiar quiet stars overhead.  The marvellous element in his fate was suddenly vivid.  Could that be his indeed, that little life in his memory two hundred years gone by—­and this as well?

CHAPTER XIV

FROM THE CROW’S NEST

And so after strange delays and through an avenue of doubt and battle, this man from the nineteenth century came at last to his position at the head of that complex world.

At first when he rose from the long deep sleep that followed his rescue and the surrender of the Council, he did not recognise his surroundings.  By an effort he gained a clue in his mind, and all that had happened came back to him, at first with a quality of insincerity like a story heard, like something read out of a book.  And even before his memories were clear, the exultation of his escape, the wonder of his prominence were back in his mind.  He was owner of the world; Master of the Earth.  This new great age was in the completest sense his.  He no longer hoped to discover his experiences a dream; he became anxious now to convince himself that they were real.

An obsequious valet assisted him to dress under the direction of a dignified chief attendant, a little man whose face proclaimed him Japanese, albeit he spoke English like an Englishman.  From the latter he learnt something of the state of affairs.  Already the revolution was an accepted fact; already business was being resumed throughout the city.  Abroad the downfall of the Council had been received for the most part with delight.  Nowhere was the Council popular, and the thousand cities of Western America, after two hundred years still jealous of New York, London, and the East, had risen almost unanimously two days before at the news of Graham’s imprisonment.  Paris was fighting within itself.  The rest of the world hung in suspense.

While he was breaking his fast, the sound of a telephone bell jetted from a corner, and his chief attendant called his attention to the voice of Ostrog making polite enquiries.  Graham interrupted his refreshment to reply.  Very shortly Lincoln arrived, and Graham at once expressed a strong desire to talk to people and to be shown more of the new life that was opening before him.  Lincoln informed him that in three hours’ time a representative gathering of officials and their wives would be held in the state apartments of the wind-vane Chief.  Graham’s desire to traverse the ways of the city was, however, at present impossible, because of the enormous excitement of the people.  It was, however, quite possible for him to take a bird’s-eye view of the city from the crow’s nest of the wind-vane keeper.  To this accordingly Graham was conducted by his attendant.  Lincoln; with a graceful compliment to the attendant, apologised for not accompanying them, on account of the present pressure of administrative work.