Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
13. The Burying Alive Of Nais
EventogiveNaisafurtherspanoflifeIcannotriskmakinginquiriesforhercell,whenthereisachancethatthosewhotellmemightcarrynewstotheEmpress,andsocausemoretroubleforthispoorAtlantis.”
“AndwhyshouldInotcarrythenews,andsobringmyselfintofavouragain?Itellyouthatbeingfan-girltoPhoreniceandsecondwomaninthekingdomisathingthatnotmanywouldcastlightlyaside.”
Ilookedherbetweeneyesandsmiled.“Ihavenofearthere.Youwillnotbetrayme,Ylga.NeitherwillyousellNais.”
“IseemtorememberverysmallloveforthissameNaisjustnow,”shesaidbitterly.“Butyouarerightaboutthatothermatter.Ishallnotbuymyselfbackatyourexpense.Oh,Iamafool,Iknow,andyoucangivemenothanksthatIcareabout,butthereisnootherwayIcanact.”
“Thenletusfritternomoretime.GoyououtnowandfindwhereNaisisgaoled,andbringmenewshowIcansaytenwordstoher,andpressacertainmatterintoherclasp.”
Shebowedherheadandleftthechamber,andforlongenoughIwasalone.Isatdownonthecouch,andrestedwearilyagainstthewall.Mybonesached,myeyesached,andmostofall,myinwardsached.Ihadthoughttomyselfthatamanwhomakeshislifesufficientlybusywillfindnoleisureforthesepainswhichassaultfrailerfolk;butaphilosophylikethis,whichcarriedonewellinYucatan,showedpoorlyenoughwhenonetriedithereathome.
