Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды

           I,too,washeavilyweariedwithwhatIhadgonethroughsincemylastsnatchofsleep,butIdaresetapartnotimeforrestjustthen.NaismustbesacrificedinpartfortheneedsofAtlantis;butaplanhadcometomebywhichitseemedthatsheneednotbesacrificedwholly;andtocarrythisthroughtherewasneedforquickthoughtandaction.

           HelpcametomealsofromaquarterIdidnotexpect.AsIpassedalongthetortuouswaybetweentheponderousstonesofthepyramid,whichledtotheapartmentsthathadbeengivenmebyPhorenice,awomanglidedupoutoftheshadowsofoneofthesidepassages,andwhenIliftedmyhandlamp,therewasYlga.

           Sheregardedmehalf-sullenly.“Ihavelostmyplace,”shesaid,“anditseemsIneedneverhavespoken.Sheintendedtohaveyouallalong,anditwasnotathinglikethatwhichcouldputheroff.Andyou—youjustthinkmeofficious,if,indeed,youhaveevergivenmeanotherthoughttillnow.”

           “Ineverforgetakindness.”

           “Oh,youwilllearnthattricksoonnow.Andyouaregoingtomarryher,you!Thecityisringingwithit.Ithoughtatleastyouwerehonest,butwhenthereisahighplacetobegotbymerelytakingawomanwithit,youareliketherest.Ithought,too,thatyouwouldbeoneofthosemenwhohaveadistrustforruddyhair.And,besidessheislittle.”

           “Ylga,”Isaid,“youhavetaughtmethatthesewallsarefullofcranniesandears.IwilllistentonowordagainstPhorenice.ButIwouldhavefurtherconversewithyousoon.Ifyoustillhaveakindnessforme,gotothechamberthatismineandwaitformethere.