Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
13. The Burying Alive Of Nais
Stillforthelifeofme,IcouldnothelpcomparingPhorenicewithanotherwoman.Withasimilarchanceopenbeforeus,Naishadrobbedmeofthestrugglethroughasheerpityforthosesqualidrebelswhodidnotevencallherchieftain;whilstherewasthisEmpressfritteringawaytwoscoreofthehardiestofhersubjectsmerelytogratifyawhim.
Yet,loyaltomyvowasapriest,andtothecommandssetuponmebythehighcouncilontheSacredMountain,Itriedtoputawaythesewaywardthoughtsandcomparisons.AsIrowedovertheswingingsofthewavestowardsthefortswhichguardtheharbour’smouth,IsentprayerstotheHighGodstogivemytonguedexterity,andTheythroughTheirloveforthecountryofAtlantis,andtheharassedpeople,whomitwasmydeepwishtoserve,grantedmethatpowerofspeechwhichPhoreniceloved.HereyesgloweduponmeasItalked.
Thisbeachofthefisherswherewehadhadourpassageatarmsissafefromshipattackfromwithout,byreasonofachainofjaggedrockswhichspringupfromthedeep,andrunfromtheharboursidetotheendofthecitywall.Thefishersknowthepasses,andcanoftentimesgetthroughtotheopenwaterbeyondwithouttouchingastone;oriftheydoseeadangerofhittingonthereef,leapoutandcarrytheirlightboatsintheirhandstillthewaterfloatsthemagain.ButhereIhadneithertheknowledgenorthedexterity,and,thoughtI,nowtheHighGodswillshowfinallyifTheywishthiswomanwhohasdefiledthemtoreignoninAtlantis,andifalsoTheywishmetoserveasherhusband.
