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Their flaming levins threaded the shimmering veils, patterned them, as though they were the flying robes of the very spirit of fire. And the tumult was as ten thousand Thors, smiting with hammers against the enemies of Odin. As a forge upon whose shouting anvils was being shaped a new world. A new world? A metal world!
As he looked over the field of carnage and saw what havoc the day had made, he thought of the Selwyns and the Thors, whose selfishness and greed were responsible for it all, and he knew that they and their kind would have to meet an awful charge before the judgment seat of God. Within touch of him lay a boy of not more than seventeen, with his white face turned towards the stars.
"Because I am sure father would like us to be there this hard winter." "But your father is in Siberia," put in the countess, which remark was ignored. "Because if we do not go before the snow begins to melt we shall have to do the journey in carriages over bad roads, which is sure to knock you up. Because our place is at Thors, and no one wants us here. I hate Petersburg.
Without a word the girl took her seat in the sleigh, and the servant prepared the bear-skin rugs. Paul gathered up the reins and took his place beside her. A few moments were required to draw up the rugs and fasten them with straps; then Paul gave the word and the horses leaped forward. As they sped down the avenue Catrina turned and looked her last on Thors.
Paul nodded, and allowed himself to be embraced a second time. He had long known Stépan Lanovitch of Thors as one of the many who go about the world doing good with their eyes shut. For the moment he had absolutely no use for this well-meaning blunderer. "I am afraid," he said, "that it has got beyond control. We cannot stamp it out now except by force, and I would rather not do that.
Some day, perhaps, the three hundred souls of Thors may increase and multiply some day when Russia is attacked by the railway fever. For Thors is on the Chorno-Ziom the belt of black and fertile soil that runs right across the vast empire.
"Your villany has touched Paul's life, and at that point it touches mine," continued Karl Steinmetz, with slow anger. "You followed us to Petersburg thence you dogged us to the Government of Tver. You twisted that foolish woman, the Countess Lanovitch, round your finger, and obtained from her an invitation to Thors. All this in order to be near one of us. Ach! I have been watching you.
You have never heard that of Paul." "No," she answered slowly; "and it is quite right. His life it is different for him. How how is Paul?" "He is well, thank you." Steinmetz glanced down at her. She was looking across the plains beyond the boundless pine forests that lay between Thors and the Volga. "Quite well," he went on, kindly enough.
Spears knew that the whole social and industrial fabric of the nation was at high tension, and that it needed but a spark to explode. He held within his hand that spark. Should he plunge the country, his country, into a bloody internecine war, or should he let the Selwyns and the Thors trample the hopes, the fortunes and the lives of the people under foot for still another season.
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