Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
12. The Drug Of Our Lady The Moon
Ingoodtruth,thislittlewomanwithhersupplemindandhersupplebodymystifiedmemoreandmorethelongerIstayedbyherside;andmoreandmoredespairingdidIgrowthatAtlantiscouldeverberestoredbymyagencytopeaceandtheancientGods,evenafterIhadcarriedoutthecommandsoftheHighCouncil,andtakenhertowife.
Onlyoneplanseemedhumanlypossible,andthatwastocurbherfurthermischievousnessbydeathandthenleavethewretchedcountrynaturallytorecover.Itwasjustadagger-stroke,andthethingwasdone.Yettheveryideaofthisrevoltedme,andwhenthedesperatethoughtcametomymind(whichitdideverandanon),Ihuggedtomyselftheanswerthatifitwerefittingtodothisthing,theHighGodsinTheirinfinitewisdomwouldsurelyhaveputdefinitecommandsuponmeforitscarryingout.
Yet,suchwasthefascinationofPhorenice,thatwhenpresentlywelefthergoldcollectors,andstumbledintosuchperil,thatalittlewithholdingofmyhandwouldhavegainedherapassagetothenetherGods,Ifoundmyselffightingwhenshecalleduponme,asseldomIhavefoughtbefore.Andthough,ofcourse,someblameforthismustbelaiduponthatlustofbattlewhichthrillseventhecoldestofuswhenblowsbegintowhistleandwar-criesstarttoring,thereisnodoubtalsothatthepleasureofprotectingPhorenice,andthedistasteforseeingherpulleddownbythoserude,uncouthfishersputspecialnerveandvehemenceintomyblows.
