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

There is very much for your Majesty to do. Iktra has
revolted.

King:
Where is Iktra?

Chamberlain:
It is a little country tributary to your Majesty beyond
Zebdarlon, up among the hills.

King:
Almost, had it not been for this, almost I had asked
you to let me go away among the camel-drivers to golden
Mecca. I have done the work of a King now for five
years and listened to my councilors, and all the while
the desert called to me; he said, "Come to the tents of
my children, to the tents of my children!" And all the
while I dwelt among these walls.

Chamberlain:
If your majesty left the city now --

King:
I will not, we must raise an army to punish the men of
Iktra.

Chamberlain:
Your Majesty will appoint the commanders by name. A
tribe of your Majesty's fighting men must be summoned
from Agrarva and another from Coloono, the jungle city,
as well as one from Mirsk. This must be done by
warrants sealed by your hand. Your Majesty's advisers
await you in the council-hall.

King:
The sun is very low. Why have the caravans not started
yet?

Chamberlain:
I do not know. And then your Majesty --

King:
[Laying his hand on the Chamberlain's arm.]
Look, look! It is the shadows of the camels moving
towards Mecca. How silently they slip over the ground,
beautiful shadows. Soon they are out in the desert
flat on the golden sands. And then the sun will set
and they will be one with night.

Chamberlain: