Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
12. The Drug Of Our Lady The Moon
Whyhaveyoukeptbackyourflatteringspeechestillnow?Isthatyourtricktomakemeloveyou?”
“Iwillthinkoutthereasonforitanothertime.”
“Ah,thesestern,commandinghusbands,”saidshe,“howtheydopressupontheirlittlewives!”andwiththatleapedovertheringofdeadbeforeher,andcutandstabbedawaythroughthosethatstoodbetweenherandthewaterswhichcreamedandcrasheduponthebeach.Gods!whatachargeshemade.ItmademetinglewithadmirationasIfollowedsidewaysbehindher,guardingtherear.AndIamamanthathasspentsomanyyearsinbattling,thatittakessomethingfaroutofthecommontomovemetoanyenthusiasminthismatter.
Thereweretwoboatscreakingandwashingaboutintheedgeofthesurf,butinone,happily,thewicker-workwhichmadeitsframewascrushedbytheweightofthewavesintoashapelessbundleofsticks,andwouldtakehalfadaytoreplace.Sothat,letusbutgettheothercraftafloat,andweshouldbefreefromfurtherembroiling.Butthefisherswerequicktoseetheobjectofthisnewmanoeuvre.“Guardtheboat,”theyshouted.“Smashher;slitherskinwithyourknives!Tearherwithyourfingers!Swimherouttosea!Oh,atleasttakethepaddles!”
But,iftheseclumsyfisherscouldrun,Phorenicewaslikealeggedsnakeforspeed.Shewasdownbesidetheboatbeforeanycouldreachit,laughingandshoutingoutthatshecouldbeatthemateverypoint.
