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

Why. It will happen.

King Karnos:
How?

Voice-of-the-Gods:
Why... there will be a sound... as the riving of
wood... a sound as of thunder coming up from the
ground. A cleft will run like a mouse across the
floor. There will be a red light, and then no light at
all, and in the darkness Thek shall tumble in.

{The King sits in deep thought.}

{Exit Prophet slowly; he begins to weep, then casts his
cloak over his face. He stretches out his arms to
grope his way and is led by the hand. The King sits
thinking.}

Tharmia:
Save us, your Majesty.

Arolind:
Save us.

Ichtharion:
We must fly, your Majesty.

Ludibras:
We must escape swiftly.

{The King sits still in silence. He lifts a stick on
his right to beat a little silver bell; but puts it
down again. At last he lifts it up and strikes the
bell.}

{An Attendant enters.}

King Karnos:
Bring back that prophet.

{Attendant bows and exits.}

{The King looks thoughtful. The rest have a frightened
look. Reenter Prophet.}

When the gods prophesy rain in the season of rain, or
the death of an old man, we believe them. But when the
gods prophesy something incredible and ridiculous, such
as happens not nowadays, and hath not been heard of