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

O, heavenly city of Thek.

Ichtharion:
Have you ever before gone hunting?

Harpagas:
No; I have dreamed of it. In Barbul-el-Sharnak I
nearly forgot my dream.

Ichtharion:
Man was not made for cities. I did not know this once.

Ludibras:
I will come with you.

Ichtharion:
I will come with you, too. We will go down by the
little street, and there will be the jungle. I will
fetch a spear as we go.

Ludibras:
What shall we hunt in the jungle?

Harpagas:
They say there are kroot and abbax; and tigers, some
say, have been heard of. We must never go back to
Barbul-el-Sharnak again.

Ichtharion:
You may rely on us.

Ludibras:
We shall keep the King in Thek.

{Exeunt, leaving two sentries standing beside the
throne.}

1st Sentry:
They are all very glad to be in Thek. I, too, am glad.

2nd Sentry:
It is a very little city. Two hundred of these cities
would not build Barbul-el-Sharnak.

1st Sentry:
No. But it is a finer palace, and Barbul-el-Sharnak is
the centre of the world; men have drawn together there.

2nd Sentry:
I did not know there was a place like this outside