He lifted his head, ... his face had grown ashen gray and rigid in the deep extremity of his speechless trouble and terror,—­there was a sick faintness at his heart, and rising, he moved unsteadily to one of the great fountains, and there dipping his hands in the spray, he dashed some drops on his brow and eyes.  Then, making a cup of the hollowed palms, he drank thirstily several draughts of the cool, sweet water,—­it seemed to allay the fever in his blood. ...

He looked around him with a wild, vague smile,—­Al-Kyris! ... of course! ... he was in Al-Kyris!—­why was he so distressed about it?  It was a pleasant city,—­there was much to see,—­and also much to learn! ...  At that instant a loud blast of silver-toned trumpets split the air, followed by a storm-roar of distant acclamation surging up from thousands of throats,—­crowds of men and women suddenly flocked into the Square, across it, and out of it again, all pressing impetuously in one direction,—­and urged forward by the general rush as well as by a corresponding impulse within himself, he flung all meditation to the winds, and plunged recklessly into the shouting, onsweeping throng.  He was borne swiftly with it down a broad avenue lined with grand old trees and decked with flying flags and streamers, to the margin of a noble river, as still as liquid amber in the wide sheen and heat of the noonday sun.  A splendid marble embankment, adorned with colossal statues, girdled it on both sides,—­and here, under silken awnings of every color, pattern and design, an enormous multitude was assembled,—­its white attired, closely packed ranks stretching far away into the blue distance on either hand.

All the attention of this vast concourse appeared to be centered on the slow approach of a strange, gilded vessel, that with great curved prow and scarlet sails flapping idly in the faint breeze, was gliding leisurely yet majestically over the azure blaze of the smooth water.  Huge oars like golden fins projected from her sides and dipped lazily every now and then, apparently wielded by the hands of invisible rowers, whose united voices supplied the lack of the needful wind,—­and as he caught sight of this cumbrously quaint galley, Theos, moved by sudden interest, elbowed his way resolutely though the dense crowd till he gained the edge of the embankment, where leaning against the marble balustrade, he watched with a curious fascination its gradual advance.

Nearer and nearer it came, ... brighter and brighter glowed the vivid scarlet of its sails, ... a solemn sound of stringed music rippled enchantingly over the glassy river, mingling itself with the wild shouting of the populace,—­shouting that seemed to rend the hollow vault of heaven! ...  Nearer ... nearer ... and now the vessel slid round and curtsied forward, ... its propelling fins moved more rapidly ... another graceful sweep,—­and lo! it fronted the surging throng like a glittering, fantastic Apparition drawn out of dreamland! ...