Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
AlreadyPhorenicehadsenthertroopstostormthepassageway,andthePriestswhodefendeditwereshatteringthemwithvolleysofrocks.Butthesesoundsofwarwokenopulsewithinme.IfNaisdidnotwake,thentheworldformewasended,andIhadnospiritlefttocarewhoremaineduppermost.TheGodsinTheirduetimewilldoubtlesssmitemeforthisimpiety.ButImakeaconfessionofithereonthesesheets,havingnomindtoconcealanyportionofthishistoryforthesmallreasonthatitdoesmeapersonaldiscredit.
Butasthehourswenton,andstillnoflickeroflifecametolessenthedumbagonythatrackedme,Igrewmoreventuresome,andaddedmoreessencestothebath,anddrugsalsosuchasexperiencehadshownmightwakethedisusedtissuesintolife.Iwatchedonwithstaringeyes,rubbingherwastedbodynowandagain,andalwayskeepingtheheatofthebathataconstant.FromthefirstIhadbarredthedooragainstallwhowouldhavecomeneartohelpme.WithmyownhandsIhadlaidmylovetosleep,andIcouldnotbearthatothersshouldrouseher,ifindeedrousedsheshouldeverbe.Butafterthosefirstoffers,nootherscame,andthesnarlanddinoffightingtoldofwhatoccupiedthem.
Itishardtotakenoteofsmallchangeswhichoccurwithinfiniteslownesswhenoneisallthewhileonthetensewatch,andhighstrungthoughmysenseswere,IthinktheremusthavebeensomeindicationofreturninglifeshownbeforeIwaskeenenoughtonoticeit.Forofasudden,asIgazed,Isawafaintripplingonthesurfaceofthewaterofthebath.
