Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды

           Withafaintcreakthemassiveeyeballbelow,astonethatIcouldbarelyhavecoveredwithmyback,swunginwards.Isteppedoffthestair,andclimbedintothegap.InsidewasthechamberwhichishollowedfromtheheadoftheGoddess.

           ItwasthefirsttimeIhadseenthismostsecretplace,buttheaspectofitwasfamiliartomefrommyteaching,andIknewwheretofindthethingwhichwouldfillmyneed.Yet,occupiedthoughImightbewiththestressofwhatwastobefall,Icouldnothelphavingawonderandanadmirationfortheclevernesswithwhichitwashidden.

           HighasIwasinthelearningandmysteriesofthePriestlyClan,thestructureofwhatIhadcometofetchwashiddenfromme.BeforetimeIhadknownonlyoftheirpowerandeffect;andnowthatIcametohandlethem,Isawonlysomeroughlyroundedballs,likenutkernels,grassgreenincolour,andinhardnesslikethewaxofbees.Therewerethreeoftheseballsinthehiddenplace,andItooktheonethatwasneedful,concealingtheothersasIhadfoundthem.Itmayhavebeenadrug,itmayhavebeensomethingmore;whatexactlyitwasIdidnotknow;onlyofitspowerandeffectIwassure,asthatwassetforthplainlyintheteachingIhadlearned;andsoIputitinapouchofmygarment,returningbythewayIhadcome,andreplacingallthingsindueorderbehindme.

           OnelookItookattheimageoftheGoddessbeforeIleftthetemple.Thejetofearth-breathwhichburnseternallyfromthecentralaltarlitherfromheadtotoe,andthrewsparklesfromthegreatjewelinherforehead.