Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
Gods!Woulditcomebackagaintomyloveatlast—thislife,thiswakefulness?Theripplediedoutasithadcome,andIstoopedmyheadnearertothebathtotryifIcouldseesomefaintheavingofherbosomsomesmalltwitchingofthelimbs.No,shelaytherestillwithoutevenaflutterofmovement.ButasIwatched,surelyitseemedtomyachingeyesthatsometingewasbeginningtowarmthatblankwhitenessofskin?
HowIfilledmyselfwiththatsight.Thecolourwasreturningtoheragainbeyondadoubt.Oncemorethedriedbloodwasbecomingfluidandbeginningagaintocourseinitsoldchannels.Herhairfloatedoutintheliquidofthebathlikesomebrowntangleoftheoceanweed,andeverandagainittwitchedandeddiedtosomeimpulsewhichinitselfwastoosmallfortheeyetosee.
Shehadsleptforninelongyears,andIknewthatthewakeningcouldbenoneofthesuddenest.Indeed,itcamebyitsowngradationsandwithinfiniteslowness,andIdidnotdaredomoretohastenit.Furtherdrugsmightverywellstopeternallywhatthosewhichhadbeenusedalreadyhadbegun.SoIsatmotionlesswhereIwas,andwatchedthecolourcomeback,andthewaxennessgo,andeventhefullnessofhercurvesinsomesmallmeasurereturn.Andwhengrowingstrengthgaveherpowertoendurethem,andshewasrackedwiththosepainswhichareinevitabletobeingbornbackagaininthisfashiontolife,Itoofeltthereflexofheragony,andwrithedinlovingsympathy.
Stillfurther,too,wasIwrungbyatormentofdoubtastowhetherlifeortheserackingswouldintheendbeconqueror
