“The discovery to the discoverer! A king is a fundamental law of the creation! The stars cannot whirl without a ruler!”
If I wanted Regan dethroned, what of that? How was I to remedy the matter?
How wonderfully the rain was falling! Was that the river roaring? The tumult was so ceaseless and singular that I rose and dressed. Scarcely had I done so when the sound of shrieks and bird voices came to me.
Hastening into the long hall where we had been in the evening, I saw the floor covered with water. Just then Isabella, Regan and Father Renaudin came into the same room.
“It is the sea! it is the sea!” they cried.
We ran out upon the foot-hills, from where we could see, in the light of the dawn, a waste of muddy water and a shroud of cloud.
We climbed into the peaks of the lava rocks and waited, drenched with storms.
We were above some of the clouds and could only dimly see the demolition of all we prized. Tower after tower fell. The water washed the stones from the foundations of the cathedral.
We saw the morass broken by the sea, saw masses of land as large as a farm sink from sight like lead.
When we could see so far we could note the flowing columns of fire in the cloud-dark south still increasing in size and redness.