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

Chamberlain:
Then he is dead or robbers have waylaid him.
[Chamberlain and Zabra put dust
on their heads.]
Bel-Narb:
[To Aoob.]
God is Just!
[To Chamberlain and Zabra.]
I am the King!
[The King's hand is on the door. When
Bel-Narb says this he goes down the
steps again and sits beside the gypsy.
She raises her head from her hands
and looks at him finally. He partially
covers his face Arab fashion and watches
Bel-Narb and the Chamberlain and Zabra.]

Chamberlain:
Are you indeed the King?

Bel-Narb:
I am the King.

Chamberlain:
Your Majesty has altered much since a year ago.

Bel-Narb:
Men alter in the desert. And alter much.

Aoob:
Indeed, your Excellency, he is the King. When the King
went into the desert disguised I fed his camel. Indeed
he is the King.

Zabra:
He is the King. I know the King when I see him.

Chamberlain:
You have seen the King seldom.

Zabra:
I have often seen the King.

Bel-Narb:
Yes, we have often met, often and often.

Chamberlain:
If some one could recognize your Majesty, some one
besides this man who came with you, then we should all