"Dunsany, Lord - Plays of Gods and Men" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

Chamberlain:
It has been thought more advisable that your Majesty
should wed in Tharba. The passes across the mountains
belong to the King of Tharba and he has great traffic
with Sharan and the Isles.

King:
Let it be as you will.

Chamberlain:
But, your Majesty, the ambassadors start this week; the
princess will be here in three months' time.

King:
Let her come in a year and a day.

Chamberlain:
Your Majesty!

King:
Farewell, I am in haste. I go to make ready for the
desert [exit through door still speaking], the olden,
golden mother of happy men.

Chamberlain:
[To Zabra.]
One from whom God had not withheld all wisdom would not
have given that message to our crazy young King.

Zabra:
But it must be known. Many things might happen if it
were not known at once.

Chamberlain:
I knew it this morning. He is off to the desert now.

Zabra:
That is evil indeed; but we can lure him back.

Chamberlain:
Perhaps not for many days.

Zabra:
The King's favour is like gold.

Chamberlain:
It is like much gold. Who are the Arabs that the
King's favour should be cast among them? The walls of
their houses are canvas. Even the common snail has a
finer wall to his house.