Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
HadsheleftNaistolieinpeace,orhadshestolenherawaytosufferindignitieselsewhere?Orhadsheendedhersleepwithdeath,and(asagrislyjest)leftthecorpseformyfinding?Icouldnottell;Idarednotguess.Neverduringawholehard-fightinglifehavemyemotionsbeensowrenchedastheywereatthatmoment.And,forexcuse,itmustbeownedthatloveforNaishadsappedmyhardihoodoveramatterinwhichshewassoprivatelyconcerned.
Itbegantocometomymind,however,thattheinfernaluproaroftheearthtremorwasbeginningtoslackensomewhat,asthoughZaemonknewhehaddonetheworkthathehadpromised,andwasmindedtogivethewretchedcityabreathingspace.SoItookmyfortitudeinhand,andclamberedupontotheflatofthestone.Thelightningflasheshadceasedandallwasdarknessagainandstiflingdust,butatanymomenttheskymightbelitoncemore,andifIwereseeninthatplace,shaggyandchangedthoughImightbe,Phorenice,ifshewerestandingnear,wouldnotbeslowtoguessmynameanderrand.
SochangedwasIforthemoment,thatIwillfinelyconfessthattheideaofafightwasloathsometomethen.Iwantedtohavemybusinessdoneandgetgonefromtheplace.
Withhandsthatshook,IfumbledoverthefaceofthestoneandfoundtheclampsandbarsofmetalstillinpositionwhereIhadclenchedthem,andthenreverentlyIletmyfingerspassbetweenthese,andfeltthecurvesofmylove’sbodyinitsrestbeneath.Anexultationbegantowhirlwithinme.
