Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
16. Siege Of The Sacred Mountain
Butthelureaheadofmewasstrongenoughtomakethesedifficultiesseemsmall,andthoughtheairofthemountainagreedwithmeill,causingsicknessandpanting,IpressedonwithwhatspeedIcouldmustertowardstheelusivesummit.TimeaftertimeIthoughtthenextspurtwouldsurelybringmeouttotheviewforwhichmysoulyearned,butalwaysthereseemedanotherbankofsnowandiceyettobeclimbed.ButatlastIreachedthecrest,andgavethankstothemostHighGodsforTheirprotectionandfavour.
Far,farawayIcouldseetheSacredMountainwithitsringoffiresburningpaleundertheday,andalthoughthesplendidcitywhichnestledatitsfootcouldnotbeseenfromwhereIstood,IknewitspositionandIknewitsplan,andmysoulwentouttothatthroneofgraniteinthesquarebeforetheroyalpyramid,whereonce,yearsbefore,Ihadburiedmylove.HadPhoreniceleftthetombunviolated?
Istoodthereleaningonmyspear,fillingmyeyewiththeprospect,warmingeventothesmokeofmountainsthatIrecognisedasoldacquaintances.Gods!howmyloveburnedwithinmeforthiswoman.Mywholebeingseemedgoneouttomeether,andtoleaveroomfornothingbeside.Forlongenoughavoiceseemeddimlytobecallingme,butIgaveitnoregard.IhadcomeouttothathoarymountaintopforcommunionwithNaisalone,andIwantednoneotherstointerrupt.
Butatlengththevoicecallingmynamegrewtooloudtobeneglected,andIpulledmyselfoutofmysweetmusingwithastarttothinkthathere,forthefirsttimesincepartingwithTobandhiscompany,Ishouldseeanotherhumanfellow-being.
