Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
9. Phorenice, Goddess
Theywarmedtotheoldwordsasthehighshrillvoiceofthepriestcriedthemforth,andastheylistened,andastheyrealisedhowintimatewasthecareoftheGodsforthetravailsandsorrowsoftheirdailylives,somuchwarmergrewtheirresponses.
“...WHOSTILLEDTHEBURNINGOFTHEMOUNTAINS,ANDMADECOOLPLACESONTHEEARTHFORUSTOLIVE!—PRAISETOTHEMOSTHIGHGODS.
“WHOGAVEUSMASTERYOVERTHELESSERBEASTSANDSKILLOFTENTIMESTOPREVAIL!—PRAISETOTHEMOSTHIGHGODS....”
“WHOGAVEUSMASTERYOVERTHELESSERBEASTSANDSKILLOFTENTIMESTOPREVAIL!—PRAISETOTHEMOSTHIGHGODS....”
Itthrilledonetoheartheirearnestness;itsorrowedonetoknowthattheywouldyetbeobdurateandnotreturntotheiroldallegiance.Forthisisthewaywiththesecommonpeople;theywillworkupanenthusiasmoneminute,andanhourlateritwillhavefledawayandleftthemcoldandempty.
ButZaemonmadenofurthercallsupontheirloyalty.Hefinishedtheprescribedformofsentences,andsteppeddownofftheplatformofthewarenginewiththeSymbolofourLordtheSunthrustoutresolutelybeforehim.Toallordinaryseemingthecrowdhadbeenpackedsothatnofurthercompressionwaspossible,butbeforetheadvanceoftheSymbolthepeoplecrushedback,leavingawidelaneforhispassage.
Andherecametheturningpointofmylife.Atfirst,like,Itakeit,everyoneelseinthatcrowd,Iimaginedthattheoldman,havingfinishedhismission,wasmakingawaytoreturntotheplacefromwhichhehadcome.
