Втрачений континент: історія Атлантиди
18. Storm Of The Sacred Mountain
IdidnotknowifshehadbeentouchedsinceIlastlefther;Ididnotknowifthedrugwouldhaveitsdueeffect,andletherbeawakenedtowarmthandsightagain;but,deadoralive,Ihadherthere,andshewasmine,mine,mine,andIcouldhaveyelledaloudinmyjoyatherpossession.
Stilltheearthshookbeneathus,andmasonryroaredandcrashedintoruin.Ihadtoclingtomyplacewithonehand,whilstIunhaspedtheclampsofmetalthatmadethetopofherprisonwiththeother.ButatlastIswungtheupperhalfofthemclear,andthosewhichpinneddownherfeetIletremain.Istoopedanddrewhersoftbodyupontotheflatofthestonebesideme,andpressedmylipsahundredtimestothefaceIcouldnotsee.
Somemadthoughttookme,Ibelieve,thatthemerefiercenessandheatofmykisseswouldbringherbackagaintolifeandwakefulness.IndeedIwillownplainly,thatIdidbutsorrycredittomytrainingincalmnessthatnight.Butshelayinmyarmscoldandnervelessasacorpse,andbydegreesmysoberwitsreturnedtome.
Thiswasnoplaceforeitherofus.Lettheearth’stremorscease(aswasplainlythreatened),letdaylightcome,andletafewofthesenervelesspeopleroundrecoverfromtheirpanic,andallthegreatcostthathadbeenexpendedmightbecountedaswaste.Weshouldbeseen,anditwouldnotbelongbeforesomeoneputanametoNais;andthenitwouldbeaneasymattertoguessatDeucalionunderthebeardandtheshaggyhairandthebrownednakednessofthesavagewhoattendedonher.
