"T. H. White - The Once and Future King" - читать интересную книгу автора (White T.H)

the bull-dog, which is one of the most betrayed of dogs, Lancelot had grown a face which people could
trust.
The touching thing was that the two were singing. Their voices, no longer full in tone like those of
people in the strength of youth, were still tenacious of the note. If they were thin, they were pure. They
supported one another.
"When that the moneth of May (sang Lancelot)
Comes and the day
In beames gives light,
I fear no more the fight."
"When," sang Gueneyer,
"When that the sonne,
His daily course y-ronne,


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Is no more bright,
I fear namore the night."
"But oh," they sang together,
"But oh, both day and night,
My heart's delight,
Must one day leave foredone
All might, all gone."
They stopped, with an unexpected grace-note on the portative, and Lancelot said: "Your voice is good.
I'm afraid mine is getting rusty."
"You shouldn't drink spirits."
"What an unfair thing to sayl I have been nearly a teetotaller since the Grail."
"Well, I had rather you didn't drink at all."
"Then I won't drink, not even water. I will die of thirst at your feet, and Arthur will give me a splendid
funeral, and never forgive you for making me."
"Yes, and I shall go into a Nunnery for my sins, and live happily ever after. What shall we sing now?"
Lancelot said: "Nothing. I don't want to sing. Come and sit close to me, Jenny."
"Are you unhappy about something?"
"No. I was never so happy in my life. And I dare say I shall never be so happy again."
"Why so happy?"
"I don't know. It is because the spring has come after all, and there is the bright summer in front of us.
Your arms will go brown again, just a flush along the top here, and a rosy round elbow. I am not sure I
don't like the places where you bend best, like the insides of your elbows."
Guenever retreated from these charming compliments.
"I wonder what Arthur is doing?"
"Arthur is visiting the Gawaines, and I am talking about your elbows."
"I see."
"Jenny, I was happy because you were ordering me about. That's the explanation. You were nagging
about not drinking too much. I like you to look after me, and to tell me what I ought to do."
"You seem to need it."


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