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Never has told to nobody Tais about seen here, though each The instant for ever remains in memory. In Egypt it was shaken by frescos in Vault Dead, representing Tiau, or the Track of the Night Sun, - a hellThe Egyptians, placed on the return, invisible party of the Moon. But that were only
Images, and here, in a temple, competing an antiquity with the stone Mirror, extraordinary ceremonies of Great Mother too prescription in ten Millenia occurred in reality, were executed by live people.
Strengthened by a drink of the Yard, Tais has sustained a show up to the end. All four
Steps of improbable action have passed before her eyes, gradually clearing up
Their secret sense. Roots of the Earth-gays and all on it living are lowered In a chasm of the chaotic whirlwinds raging under Tartarom in an awful gloom - . Like it soul roots too are lifted from darkness of the primitive
Feelings, whirlwinds of Kibely turning in a bosom. These feelings, a gloom and fears it is necessary
To worry, to be released of their secret power, setting free before
Eyes of women simultaneously victims and participants of great merge to roots
All nature in its shape of Ananki - inevitable necessity. But understanding Sense of ancient ceremonies, Tais could not accept them. Too far Urania aspirations dispersed from dark power Kibely-Anaitis.
Late at the night, seen off by a black priestess, it was in temporary The house, shaken, tired and suppressed. For-asht did not sleep, waiting
The madam. Eyes of the slave have swelled up a little from the tears, the palms wounded with nails too not
Have escaped from attention of Tais. It was not in forces to ask, and
It was tumbled down prone on a box, having refused even ablution. And the letter of Ptolemeja
Remains not read till the morning.
The hetera has not called her to itself.
- Sit down and tell that happens. You were offended by Likofon? - For-asht being silent
Has nodded, and dark depth of her eyes has lighted up rage.
- I will call him when day will come, and I will ask it to punish
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