Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды
4. The Welcome Of Phorenice
Forseehere,pot-mateDason;inthefirstplace,ifIwenttoAtlantiswithoutDeucalion,myotherlord,Tatho,wouldcomebackoneofthesedays,andinhishandsIshoulddiebytheslowestofslowinches;inthesecond,IhaveseenmyLordDeucalionkillagreatsealizard,andheshowedhimselfsuchapropermanthatdaythatIwouldnotgivehimupagainsthiswill,eventoTathohimself;andinthethirdplace,youowemeforyourshareinourlastwine-boutashore,andI’llseeyouwiththenetherGodsbeforeIgiveyouaughttillyou’vesettledthatscore.”
“Well,Tob,Ihopeyou’lldrowneasy.Asforthatwifeofyours,I’vealwayshadafancyforhermyself,andIshallknowhowtofindauseforthewoman.”
“I’lldrawyourneckforthat,yousonofaEuropean,”saidTob;“andifyoudonotclearoffthisdeckI’lldrawithere.Go,”hecried,“youfatherofmonkeychildren!Getaway,andletmefightyoufairly,orbymyhonourI’llstamptheinwardsoutofyou,andmakeyoursillycrewwearthemasnecklaces.”
UponwhichDasonwenttohisgalley.
PromptlyTobsetgoingthemachineonourown“Bear,”andbawledhisordersrightandlefttotheotherships.Thecrewmightbeweakwithscurvy,buttheywerequicktoobey.Instantlythefivevesselswereallstarted,andbecauseourLordtheSunwasshiningbrightly,gotsoontothefulloftheirpace.Thewholeofoursmallnavyconverged,singlingoutoneshipoftheiropponents,andshe,notbeingreadyforsoswiftanattack,gotflurried,andendeavouredtoturnandrunforroom,insteadoftryingtomeetusbowson.
