In the year of our Lord
Eighteen Hundred and Ninety One
This September Sixth
Rúa Pai Crespo, 30
It is with great relief that I can say we were none of us harmed. Though all were quite shaken. When I regained consciousness I was laying on the floor beside my wife Honorine and my daughter, Julyanna. They had their eyes closed and appeared to not be breathing.
"They're fine." I heard Wells speak to me from the other side of the room.
I sat up and rubbed the top of my head. It felt like something had smashed into it, and then exploded out of it at the same time.
Wells and Amy came over and helped me to sit up, then went to help Honorine and Julyanna to get to their beds. They both protested, but I knew their heads had to hurt at least as much as mine, and right now we all need to recover from the psychic attack we had recovered from.
I got up and staggered into Julyanna's room and helped to tuck her in. Honorine would have none of me doing this on my own. She gave me a worried look, rubbed at her head as I was, then laughed.
"We act like drunks from a cheap tavern, Jules."
"We are." I laughed back.
Julyanna looked up at us and her eyes were filled with terror.
I put a hand on her right shoulder and Honorine on her left.
We didn't say anything. We were still feeling the weight of that gigant intellect inside our skulls. Julyanna, ever the innocent and the aware one spoke for us. "It was a monster from the skies, wasn't it?"
I nodded. "I'm afraid we haven't heard the last of it either. It now knows we are aware of it."
"Don't frighten the child." Honorine snapped at me.
"She needs to know the truth." I paused, letting that sink in. "We all do. I think the time of innocence for our world and times are over."
Honorine laid next to Julyanna and wrapped her arms around her. "Don't worry, me little poopy do." She whispered. "Mommy and Daddy will not let those monsters harm you."
Julyanna started to speak.
Her mother put a f inger to her lips. "Or us."
She looked at me.
I didn't nod.
A flicker of fear arose in her eyes for a moment, then she quickly pulled Julyanna closer and I drew the covers up over both of them. Rest was the best doctor now. For them. For me.
But as I tiptoed from the room, both were sleeping that quickly, I knew I would have little rest until I could figure out how that monstrous invasion of our minds was perpetrated.
Wells was kissing Amy goodnight at their bedroom, when I exited.
He looked over a me, then glanced at the front door. I nodded and went to the door and exited. I took a deep breath several times and it seemed to help the throbbing behind my temples and beneath my skull. I leaned on the railing of our porch and waited for Wells to join me.
I took in the view. It was quite humid. It had rained the night after we landed and had been drizzling off and on since. This time of year it was very moist. We were close to the sea so the air was crisp and clear from the ocean breezes and the taste of salt was in the air.
I reveled in its cleansing, for I felt like I had been violated in the worst manner any human being ever could have been.
Our hotel perched on the highest rise of the land and I could see mists flowing about Illa de San Simon, a small island off the coast. To its left and right are Punta do Cabo and Illa Corveiro. The coastal area that fronts the islands is known as the "Coast of Death" because of numerous shipwrecks.
The bay area leads directly into the Atlantic which can be quite temptuous, especially this time of year. Sudden storms and of course, treacherous waves and waters. The coast itself is quite rocky and not as friendly as some.
But this night it was calm. Only the mists rising and the roar of waves breaking on the distant beach caught my attention. Then a streak of light shivered against the horizon like a lance of living fire and hurled my direction. I was about to hit the deck, when Wells came out and clamped a hand on my shoulder.
"Relax, Jules, it is merely the lighthouse on Punta do Cabo doing its nightly job."
I let out a deep breath, not realizing how much I had tensed up.
He leaned against the railing beside me.
"They know." He said.
"Yes." I answered. No further comments came for a long time as we each in our own ways pondered the depth of what had happened and how we could react to it, must react to it, to protect our loved ones and our planet if need be.
Finally, I turned away from the calming influence of the sea. A light breeze picked up and droplets of moisture began to pummel us. Not enough to wet us quickly. Very gentle and soothing.
"Paris and London." I noted.
"We must find out if they have struck anywhere else yet." Wells responded. "We need to know if this is what we feel it to be."
"A test." He repeated, his voice thick with disgust.
He looked back out to sea gain. "How did this all start?" He demanded of himself. "We were dreamers."
"We still are, my friend." I said with a deep note of melancholy edging my voice.
He glanced at me, concerned. "Love shall conquer this demon, Jules. I believe its power to be greater than any on this world or the next."
"Which doesn't mean we can't be prepared for the worst." I added in a practical tone.
He accepted the advice and nodded. "So...how did this happen?"
I thought about it for a bit longer, reimagining the intricate circuitry we had installed in our device...."The Telepathic Box." We had used advanced engineering concepts...some from our friend in Italy and some from our friend in America to add to our own technology we had used to build the time traveling circuits in our Master of the World. A lot of the technology is theoretical still, in that it does not all have clear reasons to work. We just knew it would.
Our friend in America, Ben Franklin, says that the intuition is like an arrow from God, it always hits its mark, even if it doesn't always know what it's hitting.
I smiled at that conceit. But at the same time I had to admit its possibility. My friends in the Rosy Cross were not ordinary men in any sense of the word. They were quite capable of ascribing spiritual and paranormal terms to mundane every day science. Hence, Edison calling his telephone lines the voices of Angels.
I must have spoken my last thoughts outloud, for Wells grinned.
"I think they are far from angels, dear Jules."
I gave him a suprised look. "I was thinking of the telephone lines that are being built in America and would have been soon in France, if not for this deterrence."
"Ah." He said. "But we can not rule out these being being angels, but perhaps from the nethermost regions, and not the Light Realms." He mused with a hint of amusement lining his voice.
Then we heard this horrid sound, and I knew that our fears were being realized. The test was continuing. For across the horizon, high in the heavens. a gash in heaven opened up and a firery trail of light ate its way across the skies.
"Madrid!" I said in horror.
"We can't let this one do as the other." Wells said.
"I will tell the family."
Wells stopped me.
"You know they will not let us leave without them."
I realized he was right. "But..." I bit my lower lip in anger. "Your'e right. They are safe here, but the others sleeping this night. Not so."
We ran down the staircase of our flat to the street, and like madmen in the night flung ourselves as swiftly as a mortal man can towards our anchored Master of the World. I only prayed we might be in time to make a difference for the poor souls of Madrid.
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