Втрачений континент: історія Атлантиди
13. The Burying Alive Of Nais
Iwilljoinyoushortly.”
Shedroopedhereyes.“Whatdoyouwantofme,Deucalion?”
“Iwanttosaysomethingtoyou.Youwilllearnwhoitconcernslater.”
“Butisit—isitfittingforamaidentocometoaman’sroomatthishour?”
“IknowlittleofyourconventionshereinthisnewAtlantis.IamDeucalion,girl,andifyoustillhavequalms,rememberingthat,donotcome.”
Shelookedupatmewithasneer.“Iwasfoolish,”shesaid.“Mylord’scoldnesshasgrownintoaproverb,andIshouldhaverememberedit.Yes;Iwillcome.”
“Gonow,then,”saidI,andwaitedtillshehadpassedonaheadandwasoutofsightandhearing.WithYlgatohelpme,mytasksweresomewhatlightened,andtheirsequencechanged.Inthefirstinstance,now,IhadgottomakemywaywithaslittledelayandshowaspossibleintoacertainsanctuarywhichlaywithinthetempleofourLadytheMoon.AndheremyknowledgeasoneoftheSevenstoodmeinhighfavour.
AllthetemplesofthecityofAtlantisareinimmediateandsecretconnectionwiththeroyalpyramid,butthepassagesarelittleused,seeingthattheyareknownonlytotheSevenandtotheThreeabovethem,supposingthattherearethreemenlivingatonetimesufficientlylearnedinthehighestofthehighestmysteriestobeinstalledinthatsublimedegreeoftheThree.And,evenbythese,thesecretwaysmayonlybeusedonoccasionsofthegreateststress,sothatagenerationwellmaypasswithouttheirbeingtroddenbyahumanfoot.
