Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
Andsotheywent,wailingandcryingthatIwasadevilofthenight,fortheyhadnospiritlefttodefendthemselves.
Fartherandfartherthegreatstonethatmadethetopofthethroneslidoutfromitsbed,butitsslownessofmovementmaddenedme.Alife’seducationleftmeinthatmoment,andIhadnotraceofstatelypatienceleft.InmypunyfuryIthrustatthegreatblockwithmyshoulderandhead,andclawedatitwithmyhandstillthemusclesroseonmeingreatropesandknots,andtheHighGodsmusthavelaughedatmyhelplessnessasTheylooked.AllwasbeingorderedbytheThreewhowereTheirtrustedservants,inTheirgoodtime.TheworkoftheGodsmaybedoneslowly,butitisdoneexceedingsure.
Butatlast,whenallthepeopleofthecitywerenumbwithterror,andincapableoffurtheremotion(saveonlyforPhorenicewhostillhadnerveenoughtoshownoconcern),whathadbeenthreatenedcametopass.Thecapstoneofthethroneslidouttillitreachedthebalance,andthenextshockthrewitwitharoarandaclattertotheground.Andthenastrangetremorseizedme.
Afteralltheschemingandeffort,whatIhadsoardentlyprayedforhadcomeabout;butyetmyinwardssankatthethoughtofmountingonthestonewhereIhadmountedbefore,andtakingmydearfromthehollowwheremyhandshadlaidher.IknewPhorenice’svengefulness,andhadahighvalueforhercleverness.
