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Robert E. Howard - Conan The Warrior
Atec Февраль 20 2008 18:02:28
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"Yelaya!" he snarled. "Dead as she's been for a thousand years! _Ha!_"
From the dark mouth of a tunnel behind him a dark form lunged. But the sudden, deadly rush of unshod feet had reached the Cimmerian's quick ears. He whirled like a cat and dodged the blow aimed murderously at his back. As the gleaming steel in the dark hand hissed past him, he struck back with the fury of a roused python, and the long straight blade impaled his assailant and stood out a foot and a half between his shoulders.
"So!" Conan tore his sword free as the victim sagged to the floor, gasping and gurgling. The man writhed briefly and stiffened. In the dying light Conan saw a black body and ebon countenance, hideous in the blue glare. He had killed Gwarunga.
Conan turned from the corpse to the goddess. Thongs about her knees and breast held her upright against tha stone pillar, and her thick hair, fastented to the column, held her head up. At a few yards' distance these bonds were not visible in the uncertain light.
"He must have come to after I descended into the tunnel," muttered Conan. "He must have suspected I was down there. So he pulled out the dagger" -- Conan stooped and wrenched the identical weapon from the stiffening fingers, glanced at it and replaced it in his own girdle -- "and shut the door. Then he took Yelaya to befool his brother idiots. That was he shouting a while ago
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