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

thought that they that work miracles whether in Heaven
or Earth were unable to do one thing. I thought that
they could not bring back days again when once they had
fallen into the hands of Time.

Eznarza:
It is a trick that Memory can do. He comes up softly
in the town or the desert, wherever a few men are, like
the strange dark conjurors who sing to snakes, and he
does his trick before them, and does it again and
again.

King:
We will often make him bring the old days back when you
are gone to your people and I am miserably wedded to
the princess coming from Tharba.

Eznarza:
They will come with sand on their feet from the golden,
beautiful desert, they will come with a long-gone
sunset each one over his head. Their lips will laugh
with the olden evening voices.

King:
It is nearly noon. It is nearly noon. It is nearly
noon.

Eznarza:
Why, we part then.

King:
O, come into the city and be Queen there. I will send
its princess back again to Tharba. You shall be Queen
in Thalanna.

Eznarza:
I go now back to my people. You will wed the princess
from Tharba on the morrow. You have said it. I have
said it.

King:
O, that I had not given my word to return.

Eznarza:
A King's word is like a King's crown and a King's
sceptre and a King's throne. It is in fact a foolish
thing, like a city.

King:
I cannot break my word. But you can be queen in