"Eternal Champion - 01 - The Eternal Champion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)

Mountains of Sorrow. This I knew to be the domain of the Eldren, whom King
Rigenos had called the Hounds of Evil.

Now, on the other two continents, I saw the wheatlands of the West on the
continent of Zavara, with their tall cities of multicoloured rock, their rich
cities-Stalaco, Calodemia, Mooros, Ninadoon and Dratarda.

There were the great seaports-Shilaal, Wedmah, Sinana, Tarkar-and Noonos with
her towers cobbled in precious stones.

Then I saw the fortress cities of the continent of Necralala, with the capital
city Necranal chief among them, built on, into and about a mighty mountain,
peaked by the spreading palace of its warrior kings.

Now I began to remember as, in the background of my awareness, I heard a voice
calling Erekose, Erekose, Erekose . . .

The warrior kings of Necranal, kings for two thousand years of a humanity
united, at war and united again. The warrior kings of whom King Rigenos was the
last living-and ageing now, with only a daughter, lolinda, to carry on his line.
Old and weary with hate-but still hating. Hating the unhuman folk whom he called
the Hounds of Evil, mankind's age-old enemies, reckless and wild; linked, it was
said, by a thin line of blood to the human race-an outcome of a union between an
ancient Queen and the Evil One, Azmobaana. Hated by King Rigenos as soulless
immortals, slaves of Azmobaana's machinations.

And, hating, he called upon John Daker, whom he named Erekose, to aid him with
his war against them.

'Erekose, I beg thee answer me. Are you ready to come?' His voice was loud and
echoing and when, after a struggle, I could reply, my own voice seemed to echo,
also.

'I am ready,' I replied, 'but seem to be chained . . .'

'Chained?' There was consternation in his voice. 'Are you, then, a prisoner of
Azmobaana's frightful minions? Are you trapped upon the Ghost Worlds?'

'Perhaps,' I said. 'But I do not think so. It is Space and Time which chain me.
I am separated from you by a gulf without form or dimension . . .'

'How may we bridge that gulf and bring you to us?'

'The united walls of humanity may serve the purpose.'

'Already we pray that you may come to us.'

'Then continue,' I said.