Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды

           Whatpunymeanswehadtoimpedethosewhopusheditforwardwouldhavelittleeffect.Presentlyitwouldcometotheplaceappointed,andtheropeswouldbecut,andthebridgewouldthunderdownontherampartaboveourlastgate,andthestormerswouldpourouttotheirfinalsuccess.

           Well,lifehadloomedverypleasantformethesefewdayswithawarmandlovingNaisoncemoreintouchofmyarms,buttheHighGodsinTheirinfinitewisdomknewbestalways,andIwasnorebeltostaystiff-neckedagainsttheirdecision.Butitiseverasoldier’sprivilege,comewhatmay,towarmoverafight,andthemostexquisitelyfiercejoyofallisthatfinalfightofamanwhoknowsthathemustdie,andwholustsonlytomakehisbedofslainhighenoughtocarryaduememoryofhispowerswiththosewhoafterwardscometogazeuponit.Igrippedmyaxe,andthemusclesofmyarmsstoodoutinknotsatthethoughtofit.WouldTathocometogivemesport?Ifearednot.Theywouldsendonlythecommonsoldiersfirsttothestorm,andImustbecontenttodomykillingonthose.

           AndNais,whatofher?Ihadaquietmindthere.Whenanyspoilerscametothehousewhereshelay,shewouldknowthatDeucalionhadbeentakenuptotheGods,andshewouldnotbelonginfollowinghim.Shehadherdagger.No,IhadnofearsofbeingpartedlongfromNaisnow.