large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_06_rand_64kb_12
large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_06_rand_64kb
English
948
The lash whistled like a singing wind. We tried to count the blows, but we lost count. We knew that the blows were falling upon our back. THE LASH WHISTLED LIKE A SINGING WIND WE TRIED TO COUNT THE BLOWS BUT WE LOST COUNT WE KNEW THAT THE BLOWS WERE FALLING UPON OUR BACK
you.” The oldest did not question us further. They turned to the two youngest, and said, and their voice was bored: “Take our brother Equality 7-2521 to the Palace of Corrective Detention. Lash them until they tell.” So we were taken to the Stone Room under the Palace of Corrective Detention. This room has no windows and it is empty save for an iron post. Two men stood by the post, naked but for leather aprons and leather hoods over their faces. Those who had brought us departed, leaving us to the two Judges who stood in a corner of the room. The Judges were small, thin men, grey and bent. They gave the signal to the two strong hooded ones. They tore the clothes from our body, they threw us down upon our knees and they tied our hands to the iron post. The first blow of the lash felt as if our spine had been cut in two. The second blow stopped the first, and for a second we felt nothing, then the pain struck us in our throat and fire ran in our lungs without air. But we did not cry out. ANSWERED WE WILL NOT TELL YOU THE OLDEST DID NOT QUESTION US FURTHER THEY TURNED TO THE TWO YOUNGEST AND SAID AND THEIR VOICE WAS BORED TAKE OUR BROTHER EQUALITY TWO FIVE TO ONE TO THE PALACE OF CORRECTIVE DETENTION LASH THEM UNTIL THEY TELL SO WE WERE TAKEN TO THE STONE ROOM UNDER THE PALACE OF CORRECTIVE DETENTION THIS ROOM HAS NO WINDOWS AND IT IS EMPTY SAVE FOR AN IRON POST TWO MEN STOOD BY THE POST NAKED FOR LEATHER APRONS AND LEATHER HOODS OVER THEIR FACES THOSE WHO HAD BROUGHT US DEPARTED LEAVING US TO THE TWO JUDGES WHO STOOD IN A CORNER OF THE ROOM THE JUDGES WERE SMALL THIN MEN GRAY AND BENT THEY GAVE THE SIGNAL TO THE TWO STRONGHOODED ONES THEY TORE OUR CLOTHES FROM OUR BODY THEY THREW US DOWN UPON OUR KNEES AND THEY TIED OUR HANDS TO THE IRON POST THE FIRST BLOW OF THE LASH FELT AS IF OUR SPINE HAD BEEN CUT IN TWO THE SECOND BLOW STOPPED THE FIRST AND FOR A SECOND WE FELT NOTHING THEN PAIN STRUCK US AND OUR THROAT AND FIRE RAN IN OUR LUNGS WITHOUT AIR BUT WE DID NOT CRY OUT
large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_06_rand_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_06_rand_64kb.flac