"Eternal Champion - 01 - The Eternal Champion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)'You are needed again, Erekose. The Hounds of Evil rule a third of the world and humankind is weary with the war against them. Come to us, Erekose. Lead us to victory. From the Plains of Melting Ice to the Mountains of Sorrow they have set up their corrupt standard and I fear they will advance yet further into our territories. 'Come to us, Erekose. Lead us to victory. Come to us Erekose. Lead us . . .' The woman's voice: 'Father. This is only an empty tomb. Not even the mummy of Erekose remains. It became drifting dust long ago. Let us leave and return to Necranal to marshal the living peers!' * * * I felt like a fainting man who strives to fight against dizzy oblivion but, however much he tries, cannot take control of his own brain. Again I tried to answer, but could not. It was as if I wavered backwards through Time, while every atom of me wanted to eyelids of granite that measured miles across-eyelids which I could not open. And then I was tiny: the most minute grain in the universe. And yet I felt I belonged to the whole far more than did the stone giant. Memories came and went. The whole panorama of the twentieth century, its discoveries and its deceits, its beauties and its bitterness, its satisfactions, its strifing, its self- delusion, its superstitious fancies that it gave the name of Science, rushed into my mind like air into a vacuum. But it was only momentary, for the next second my entire being was flung elsewhere-to a world which was Earth, but not the Earth of John Daker, not quite the world of dead Erekose . . . There were three great continents, two close together, divided from the other by a vast sea containing many islands, large and small. I saw an ocean of ice which I knew to be slowly shrinking-the Plains of Melting Ice. I saw the third continent which bore lush flora, mighty forests, blue lakes, and which was bound along its northern coasts by a towering chain of mountains-the |
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