Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды

           Thepeoplewerequicktoputtheirnaturalexplanationonthescene.“Aspy!”theybegantoroarout.“Aspy!ZaemonsaluteshimasaPriest!”

           Zaemonfacedroundonthemwithaqueerlookonhisgrimoldface.“Aye,”hesaid,“thisisaPriest.IfIgiveyouhisname,youmighthavefurtherinterest.ThisistheLordDeucalion.”

           Thewordwaspickedupandyelledamongstthemwithathousandemotions.Butatleasttheywereloyaltotheirpolicy;theyhaddecidedthatDeucalionwastheirenemy;theyhadalreadyexpendedanavyforhisdestruction;andnowthathewasringedinbytheirmasses,theylustedtotearhimintoragswiththeirfingers.Butraveandravethoughtheymightagainstme,theglarefromtheSymboldrovethemshudderingbackasthoughithadbeenalava-stream;andZaemonwasnotthemantohandmeovertotheirfuryuntilhehaddeliveredformalsentenceastheemissaryofourClanontheSacredMount.Sotheendwasnottobeyet.

           Theoldmanfacedmeandspokeinthesacredtongue,whichthecommonpeopledonotknow.“Mybrother,”hesaid,“whichhaveyoucometoserve,DeucalionorAtlantis?”

           “Wordsareapoorthingtoansweraquestionlikethat.Youwillknowallofmyrecord.AccordingtotheLawofthePriests,eachshipfromYucatanwillhavecarriedhomeitsswornreporttolayatthefeetoftheircouncil,andbeforeIwenttothatvice-royalty,whatIdidwaswrittenplainhereonthefaceofAtlantis.”

           “Weknowyourdoingsinthepast,brother,andtheyhavefoundapproval.Youhavegovernedwell,andyouhavelivedausterely.