Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
Aftereachparoxysmthecolourebbedbackfromheragain,andforawhileshewouldliemotionless.Butstrengthandpowerseemedgraduallytogrow,andatlasttheseprevailed,anddrovedeathandsleepbeneaththem.Hereyelidsstruggledwiththeirfastenings.Herlipsparted,andherbosomheaved.Withshiveringgaspsherbreathbegantopantbetweenherreddeninglips.Atfirstitrattleddrylyinherthroat,butsoonitsoftenedandbecamemoreregular.Andthenwithalastefforthereyes,hergloriouslovingeyes,slowlyopened.
Ileanedoverandcalledhersoftlybyname.
Hereyesmetmine,andaglowarosefromtheirdepthsthatgavemethegreatestjoyIhavemetinalltheworld.
“Deucalion,mylove,”shewhispered.“Oh,mydear,soyouhavecomeforme.HowIhavedreamedofyou!HowIhavebeenracked!Butitwasworthitallforthis.”
