Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
16. Siege Of The Sacred Mountain
Igrippedmyweaponandaskedwhocalled.Thereplycameclearlyfromuptheslopesofmountain,andIsawamancomingtowardsmeoverthesnows.Hewasoldandfeeble.Hisbodywasbent,andhishairandbeardwerewhiteasthegroundonwhichhetrod,andpresentlyIrecognisedhimasZaemon.Hewascomingtowardsmewithincrediblespeedforamanofhisyearsandfeebleness,buthecarriedinhishandtheglowingSymbolofourLordtheSun,andholystrengthfromthiswouldaddlargelytohispowers.
HecameclosetomeandmadethesignoftheSeven,whichIreturnedtohim,withitscompletion,withdueformandceremony.AndthenhesalutedmeinthemannerprescribedasmessengerappointedbytheHighCouncilofthePriestsseatedbeforetheArkoftheMysteries,andImadehumbleobeisancebeforehim.
“InallthingsIwillobeytheordersthatyouputbeforeme,”Isaid.
“Suchisyourduty,mybrother.Thecommandis,thatyoureturnimmediatelytotheSacredMountain,sothatifhumanmeansmaystillprevail,you,asthemostskilfulgeneralAtlantisownswithinherborders,maystillsavethecountryfromfinalwreckandpunishment.ThewomanPhorenicepersistsinherinfamies.Thepoorlandgroansunderherheel.AndnowshehaslaidsiegetoourSacredMountainitself,andswearsthatnotonesoulshallbeleftaliveinallAtlantiswhodoesnotbendhumblytoherwill.”
“ItisacommandandIobeyit.Butletmeaskofanothermatterthatisintimatetobothofus.WhatofNais?”
“Naisrestswhereyoulefther,untouched.
