"Charles R Tanner - Tumithak Of The Towers Of Fire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tanner Charles R)Otaro hastened forward with him and Mutassa presented him to the white man.
"This is my brother Otaro, Lord," he said. "This is he of whom I told you-- he who was lord of the Place before the shelks took him from us." "And who is this great one, Mutassa?" he asked. Mutassa was about to answer, but the white man motioned him to silence. He spoke himself. "I am Tumithak," he said. "Tumithak of the far-off pits of Loor. Tumithak, the Lord of the Lower Corridors and Protector of the Tains!" Standing there before them, his voice rose in volume and dropped in tone, and as he grew in excitement, the words fairly burst from his lips. "Ten years ago, oh Kraylings, while I was still a child of fourteen, I lived, skulking like any other pitman, deep in the corridors of Loor. But one day I found a book that told of how once men were free, lords of all the Surface. It told of the coming of the shelks from another world, and of how men fought a losing battle with those savage beasts, and of how those men who still valued their freedom were forced at last to build the intricate pits and corridors which became their home. "And when I learned from that book that men had once fought with shelks, I vowed that it should be so again. So, when I grew to be a man, I set forth from Loor, on the long journey up the corridors; for I was determined to seek the Surface and slay a shelk, to prove to my people that it might still be done. "Many were my adventures by the way, but at last I reached the Surface and slew my shelk, bringing its head back to my people as I had vowed. "Then my people made me their ruler, and greatly daring, I led them through the Dark Corridors and the Halls where lived those fat cattle of the shelks, the of Shawm. With the help of the Tains pitmen from another pit, I taught my people the way to operate the complicated weapons of the shelks, and so we were able to live in Shawm and defend that city." "And with the help of the High One to whom the pitmen pray, I shall conquer more shelks, and more shelks, and more shelks--until the time comes when the last shelk, surrounded by his servile group of foul mogs, shall fall, stinking and burning, to his deserved death!" Tumithak, Chapter Two CHAPTER TWO of TUMITHAK OF THE TOWERS OF FIRE Three Against the World HIS voice, which had risen to almost a shout, ceased suddenly. His gesturing hands dropped to his side. His head was thrust back, his eyes to the ceiling. And even had they desired it, it would have been impossible to restrain the cheer that went up from those black ones who so short a time before had been hopeless slaves. But even as they cheered there was one who detached himself from the still wailing group across the room and came forward hesitantly. He whispered something to one of the cheering black men that caused that one to cease his cheering and to look toward Tumithak uncertainly. "One wonders, O mizta, what that foul mog does who follows you. Would a savior of men consort with a mog?" |
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