Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды

           Shesetdowntheobjectwhichwastobegained,anditwasherpolicythatthepeopleofAtlantisweretheretogainitforher.

           Twogatesthenhadshecarriedinthisdreadfulfashion,slaughteringthosePrieststhatstoodbehind,themwhohadnotbeenalreadyshotdown.AndhereIcamedownfromabovetotakemyshareinthefight.Therewasnotrumpettoannouncemycoming,noheraldtoproclaimmyquality,butthePriestsasasheercustompickedup“Deucalion!”asabattle-cry;andsomeshoutedthat,withaKingtolead,therewouldbenofurthergroundlost.

           Itwasclearthatthenamecarriedtotheothersideandboreweightwithit.Acompanyofpoor,doomedwretcheswhowerehurryingupstoppedintheircharge.Theword“Deucalion!”wasbandiedroundandhandedbackdowntheline.Ithoughtwithsomegrimsatisfaction,thatherewasevidenceIwasnotcompletelyforgottenintheland.

           Therecameshoutstothemfrombehindtocarryontheiradvance;buttheydidnotbudge;andpresentlyaglitteringofficerpantedup,andcommencedtostrikerightandleftamongstthemwithhissword.FromwhereIstoodonthehighrampartabovethegate,Icouldseehimplainly,andrecognisedhimatonce.

           “Itmattersnotwhattheyusefortheirbattle-cry,”hewasshouting.“YouhavetheordersofyourdivineEmpress,andthatisenough.Youshouldbeproudtodieforherwish,youcowards.Andifyoudonotobey,youwilldieafterwardsundertheinstrumentsofthetormentors,verypainfully.AsforDeucalion,heisdeadanytimethesenineyears.