Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
Yes,ittookmorethanthecrumblingofherroyalpyramidtoimpressPhorenicewiththeinfinitepowersofthoseshewarredagainst.
Gods!Howthesightofhercoolindifferencemaddenedmethen.Ihaditinmetohavestrangledherwithmyhandsifshehadcomewithinmyreach.Butasitwas,shestoodinherplace,swayingeasilytotheearth-wavesasasailorswaysonaship’sdeck,andbesideher,crouchedonthesamegreatflagstone,andovercomewithnauseawasYlga,whoagainwasraisedtobeherfan-girl.ItcametomymindthatYlgawastwinsistertoNais,andthatIowedherforanancientkindness,butIhadleisuretodonothingforherthen,andindeeditwaslittleenoughIcouldhavedone.WitheachshockthegreatcapstoneofthethronetowhichIclungjarredfartherandfartherfromitsbedplace,andmylovewascomingnearertome.Itwasshewhoclaimedallmyservicethen.
Onceintheirblindpanicaknotofthepeopleinthesquarethoughtthatthegranitestonewastoosolidtobeoverturned,andsawinitanoasisofsafety.Theyflockedtowardsit,manyofthemdraggingthemselvesupthesteepdeephighstepsonhandsandkneesbecausetheirfeethadbeeninjuredbythebillowingflagstonesofthesquare.
ButIwasinnomoodtohavetheplaceprofanedbytheirsillytremblingsandstares:Ibeatatthemwithmyhands,tearingthemaway,andhurlingthembackdownthesteepnessofthesteps.Theyaskedmewhatwasmytitletotheplaceabovetheirown,andIansweredthemwithblowsandgnashingteeth.Iwascarelessastowhattheythoughtmeorwhotheythoughtme.OnlyIwishedthemgone.
