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

How lucky we are that the King has come to Thek. I
feared he would never come.

Ichtharion:
It is a most fair city.

Ludibras:
When he tarried year after year in monstrous
Barbul-el-Sharnak, I feared that I would see the sun
rise never more in the windy glorious country. I
feared we should live always in Barbul-el-Sharnak and
be buried among houses.

Ichtharion:
It is mountainous with houses: there are no flowers
there. I wonder how the winds come into it.

Ludibras:
Ah. Do you know that it is that brought him here at
last? I gave him orchids from a far country. At last
he noticed them. "Those are good flowers," said he.
"They come from Thek," I said. "Thek is purple with
them. It seems purple far out on the sand to the camel
men." Then...

Ichtharion:
No, it was not you brought him. He saw a butterfly
once in Barbul-el-Sharnak. There had not been one
there for seven years. It was lucky for us that it
lived; I used to see hundreds, but they all died but
that one when they came to Barbul-el-Sharnak. The King
saw it.

Ludibras:
It was since then that he noticed my purple orchids.

Ichtharion:
Something changed in his mind when he saw the
butterfly. He became quite different. He would not
have noticed a flower but for that.

Ludibras:
He came to Thek in order to see the orchids.

Ichtharion:
Come, come. We are here. Nothing else matters.

Ludibras:
Yes, we are here. How beautiful are the orchids.