Гимн
Part Seven
“Youfools!Youthrice-damnedfools!”
Weswungourfistthroughthewindowpane,andweleaptoutinaringingrainofglass.
Wefell,butweneverlettheboxfallfromourhands.Thenweran.Weranblindly,andmenandhousesstreakedpastusinatorrentwithoutshape.Andtheroadseemednottobeflatbeforeus,butasifitwereleapinguptomeetus,andwewaitedfortheearthtoriseandstrikeusintheface.Butweran.Weknewnotwhereweweregoing.Weknewonlythatwemustrun,runtotheendoftheworld,totheendofourdays.
Thenweknewsuddenlythatwewerelyingonasoftearthandthatwehadstopped.Treestallerthanwehadeverseenbeforestoodoverusingreatsilence.Thenweknew.WewereintheUnchartedForest.Wehadnotthoughtofcominghere,butourlegshadcarriedourwisdom,andourlegshadbroughtustotheUnchartedForestagainstourwill.
Ourglassboxlaybesideus.Wecrawledtoit,wefelluponit,ourfaceinourarms,andwelaystill.
Welaythusforalongtime.Thenwerose,wetookourboxandwalkedonintotheforest.
Itmatterednotwherewewent.Weknewthatmenwouldnotfollowus,fortheyneverentertheUnchartedForest.Wehadnothingtofearfromthem.Theforestdisposesofitsownvictims.Thisgaveusnofeareither.Onlywewishedtobeaway,awayfromtheCityandfromtheairthattouchesupontheairoftheCity.Sowewalkedon,ourboxinourarms,ourheartempty.
Wearedoomed.Whateverdaysarelefttous,weshallspendthemalone.Andwehaveheardofthecorruptiontobefoundinsolitude
