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

{Reenter Ludibras and Harpagas.}

Ludibras:
Has her Sincerity, the princely Lady Tharmia, been
speaking with you?

Ichtharion:
She spoke a few words.

{Ludibras and Harpagas sigh.}

We must leave Thek. We must depart from Thek.

Ludibras:
What, without the King?

Harpagas:
No.

Ichtharion:
No. They would say in Barbul-el-Sharnak "these were
once at Court," and men that we have flogged would spit
in our faces.

Ludibras:
Who can command a King?

Harpagas:
Only the gods.

Ludibras:
The gods? There are no gods now. We have been
civilised over three thousand years. The gods that
nursed our infancy are dead, or gone to nurse younger
nations.

Ichtharion:
*I refuse the listen* to -- O, the sentries are gone.
No, the gods are no use to us; they were driven away by
the decadence.

Harpagas:
We are not in the decadence here. Barbul-el-Sharnak is
in a different age. The city of Thek is scarcely
civilised.

Ichtharion:
But everybody lives in Barbul-el-Sharnak.

Harpagas: