"Лорд Дансени. The Gods of the Mountain (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Oorander:
This is not wonted.

Illanaun:
It is not in accordance with custom.

Akmos:
Prophecy hath not thought it.

Slag:
She comes to us new and nimble, remembering olden
loves.

Oorander:
It were well that prophets should come and speak to us.

Illanaun:
This hath not been in the past. Let prophets come.
Let prophets speak to us of future things.

{The beggars seat themselves upon the floor in the
attitude of the seven gods of Marma.}

Citizen:
I heard men speak today in the market place. They
speak of a prophecy read somewhere of old. It says the
seven gods shall come from Marma in the guise of men.

Illanaun:
Is this a true prophecy?

Oorander:
It is all the prophecy we have. Man without prophecy
is like a sailor going by night over uncharted seas.
He knows not where are the rocks nor where the havens.
To the man on watch all things are black and the stars
guide him not, for he knows not what they are.

Illanaun:
Should we not investigate this prophecy?

Oorander:
Let us accept it. It is as the small, uncertain light
of a lantern, carried as it may be by a drunkard, but
along the shore of some haven. Let us be guided.

Akmos:
It may be that they are but benevolent gods.

Agmar: