stop accelerating until its speed had reached nearly fifty miles an hour as it barreled down a long straight stretch of road that arrowed through neatly cultivated green farmland toward the margin of the Emerald Wood, which loomed closer and closer like a wall of forest greenery.
47
"Look at that!" Bogel suddenly cried, interrupting Feric's reverie. Feric turned and saw that Bogel was pointing out the rear window of the roadsteamer cabin at something (hat was overtaking the steamer with incredible speed. "A gas car!" Bogel exclaimed. 'TU wager you've not seen its like in Borgravia!"
Feric knew of this marvel but had never seen one.
Unlike roadsteamer engines, which burned readily available wood, the gas car was powered by a so-called internal combustion engine, which required petroleum as fuel.
This black liquid had to be brought by armed and shielded ship convoy from the wildlands far to the south, or purchased from the foul inhabitants of Zind; both involved enormous expense. The result was a vehicle capable of incredible speeds approaching one hundred miles an hour, but consuming a fuel of great rarity and expense. In Borgravia, such engines were employed only in the half-dozen aircraft the country owned, or for vehicles of the highest officials. Peric had heard that such gas cars were more numerous in the higher civilization of Heldon, but counted himself fortunate to encounter such a sight so early in the journey.
In a few moments, the gas car had overtaken the roadsteamer and swung wide around it to pass. Feric got a short clear look at the vehicle and saw a conveyance a quarter the length of the roadsteamer, a third its height, and half its width, with a long cowl in front, then an open cab with a driver in gray-and-black government livery, and finally a small closed cabin in which no more than six passengers could have ridden. The whole was brightly enameled in red trimmed with black, and made a truely magnificent sight as it pulled easily abreast of the road-
steamer, sounded a hom, then quickly sped ahead with a smooth roar up the road to disappear from sight where the roadway entered the Emerald Wood.
"Someday soon we must have one of those for transportation," Feric told Bogel. "That's how a leader should travel! In fact, that's how any elite group should travel—with speed, and style, and dash!"
"Petroleum is monstrously expensive," Bogel pointed out ruefully. "As things now stand, it would bankrupt the Party treasury to run one gas car for a year."
"Not if we controlled the oil fields of southwestern
'Zind," Feric muttered to himself.
"What?"
48
Feric smiled. "I am thinking of the future, Bogel," he said. "A future in which all Heldon is bound together by magnificent roadways and even Helder of modest means can afford to drive gas cars, a future in which the great oil fields of southwestern Zind are our private reservoir of petroleum."
Bogel goggled slightly at this. "You dream heroic dreams, Feric Jaggar!" he said.
Replied Feric: "The New Age will be heroic beyond even my present dreams, Bogel. We must become a race of true heroes to bring it about. And when we have, we will live in the manner appropriate to such a race of demigods."
Soon the roadsteamer had entered the Emerald Wood.
Here the roadway ran along the right bank of a clear, rapid stream which meandered its way in gentle curves through the bosky groves of the forest lowlands. Thus the driver of the roadsteamer was constrained to lower the speed to the vicinity of thirty miles an hour in order to assure that the vehicle remained on the road around the sharper turns. This more stately pace afforded Feric a fine and leisurely look at this fabled primeval forest.
The individual trees were themselves of venerable age, their rough-barked trunks carved by nature into rich gar-goyle shapes, and topped with luxuriant dark green foli-age. They were spaced in stately, almost measured, intervals so that men might walk with relative ease
47
"Look at that!" Bogel suddenly cried, interrupting Feric's reverie. Feric turned and saw that Bogel was pointing out the rear window of the roadsteamer cabin at something (hat was overtaking the steamer with incredible speed. "A gas car!" Bogel exclaimed. 'TU wager you've not seen its like in Borgravia!"
Feric knew of this marvel but had never seen one.
Unlike roadsteamer engines, which burned readily available wood, the gas car was powered by a so-called internal combustion engine, which required petroleum as fuel.
This black liquid had to be brought by armed and shielded ship convoy from the wildlands far to the south, or purchased from the foul inhabitants of Zind; both involved enormous expense. The result was a vehicle capable of incredible speeds approaching one hundred miles an hour, but consuming a fuel of great rarity and expense. In Borgravia, such engines were employed only in the half-dozen aircraft the country owned, or for vehicles of the highest officials. Peric had heard that such gas cars were more numerous in the higher civilization of Heldon, but counted himself fortunate to encounter such a sight so early in the journey.
In a few moments, the gas car had overtaken the roadsteamer and swung wide around it to pass. Feric got a short clear look at the vehicle and saw a conveyance a quarter the length of the roadsteamer, a third its height, and half its width, with a long cowl in front, then an open cab with a driver in gray-and-black government livery, and finally a small closed cabin in which no more than six passengers could have ridden. The whole was brightly enameled in red trimmed with black, and made a truely magnificent sight as it pulled easily abreast of the road-
steamer, sounded a hom, then quickly sped ahead with a smooth roar up the road to disappear from sight where the roadway entered the Emerald Wood.
"Someday soon we must have one of those for transportation," Feric told Bogel. "That's how a leader should travel! In fact, that's how any elite group should travel—with speed, and style, and dash!"
"Petroleum is monstrously expensive," Bogel pointed out ruefully. "As things now stand, it would bankrupt the Party treasury to run one gas car for a year."
"Not if we controlled the oil fields of southwestern
'Zind," Feric muttered to himself.
"What?"
48
Feric smiled. "I am thinking of the future, Bogel," he said. "A future in which all Heldon is bound together by magnificent roadways and even Helder of modest means can afford to drive gas cars, a future in which the great oil fields of southwestern Zind are our private reservoir of petroleum."
Bogel goggled slightly at this. "You dream heroic dreams, Feric Jaggar!" he said.
Replied Feric: "The New Age will be heroic beyond even my present dreams, Bogel. We must become a race of true heroes to bring it about. And when we have, we will live in the manner appropriate to such a race of demigods."
Soon the roadsteamer had entered the Emerald Wood.
Here the roadway ran along the right bank of a clear, rapid stream which meandered its way in gentle curves through the bosky groves of the forest lowlands. Thus the driver of the roadsteamer was constrained to lower the speed to the vicinity of thirty miles an hour in order to assure that the vehicle remained on the road around the sharper turns. This more stately pace afforded Feric a fine and leisurely look at this fabled primeval forest.
The individual trees were themselves of venerable age, their rough-barked trunks carved by nature into rich gar-goyle shapes, and topped with luxuriant dark green foli-age. They were spaced in stately, almost measured, intervals so that men might walk with relative ease
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