Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
Ihadnomindtoclashwiththeseguardiansoflawandproperty,andsoIfledonswiftlythroughthenightwithmyburden,usingtheunfrequentedways;andcryingtothefewfolkwhodidmeetmethatthewomanhadtheplague,andwouldtheylendmetheshelteroftheirhouseasourshadfallen.Andsointimewecametotheplacewheretheropedangledfromtheprecipice,andafterNaishadbeendrawnuptothesafetyoftheSacredMountain,Iputmylegintheloopoftheropeandfollowedher.
Nowcamewhatwasthekeenestanxietyofall.Wetookthegirlandlaidheronabedinoneofthehouses,andthereinthelitroomforthefirsttimeIsawherclearly.Herbeautywasdrawnandpale.Hereyeswereclosed,butsothinandtransparenthadgrownthelidsthatonecouldalmostseethebrownofthepupilbeneaththem.Herhairhadgrowntoinordinatethicknessandlength,andlayasacushionbehindandbesideherhead.
Therewasnoflickerofbreath;therewasnoneofthatpulsingofthebodywhichdenoteslife;butstillshehadnottheappearanceofordinarydeath.TheNaisIhadplacedninelongyearsbeforetorestinthehollowofthestone,wasafinegrownwoman,fullbosomed,andwellboned.TheNaisthatremainedformewashalfherweight.TheoldNaisitwouldhavepuzzledmetocarryforanhour:thiswasnoburdentoimpedeagrownman.
Inotherwaystooshehadaltered.
