Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
16. Siege Of The Sacred Mountain
Twiceriversofscaldingwaterroaredboilingacrossmypath,andIhadtodelaytillIcouldcollectenoughblacktimberfromtheforeststobuildraftsthatwouldgivemedryferriage.
Itwillbeseenthenthatmyjourneywasinawayinfinitelytedious,buttome,afterallthoseyearsofwaiting,thetimepassedonwingedfeet.IhadbeenseparatedfrommylovetillIcouldbearthestrainnolonger;letmebutseefromadistancetheplacewhereshelay,andfeastmyeyesuponitforawhile,andthenIcouldgobacktomyabodeinthetreeandthereremainpatientlyawaitingthewilloftheGods.
TheairgrewmorechillyasIbegantocomeoutabovetheregionoftrees,ontothathighergroundwhichglaresdownontherestoftheworld,andImadebuskinsandacoatofwovengrassestoprotectmybodyfromthecold,whichbegantoblowuponmekeenly.Andlateron,wherethesnowlayeternally,andwasblownintogullies,andfrozenintosolidbanksandbergsofice,Ihadhardworktomakeanyprogressamongstitsperilousmazes,andwasmoreoversonumbedbythechill,thatmynaturalstrengthwasvastlyweakened.Overhead,too,followingmeupwithforbiddingswoops,andoccasionallycomingsoclosethatIhadtothreatenitwithmyweapons,wasoneofthosehugeman-eatingbirdswhichlivebypullingdownandcarryingoffanycreaturethattheirinstinctstellthemisweakly,andlikelysoontodie.
