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

Ulf:
These are the good days, the good days; and yet I have
a fear.

Slag:
What do you fear? There is nothing to fear. No man is
as wise as my master.

Ulf:
I fear the gods whom we pretend to be.

Slag:
The gods?

Agmar: {taking a chunk of meat from his lips}
Come hither, Slag.

Slag: {going up to him}
Yes, master.

Agmar:
Watch in the doorway while I eat. {Slag goes to the
doorway} Sit in the attitude of a god. Warn me if any
of the citizens approach.

{Slag sits in the doorway in the attitude of a god,
back to the audience.

Oogno: {to Agmar}
But, master, shall we not have Woldery wine?

Agmar:
We shall have all things if only we are wise at first
for a little.

Thahn:
Master, do any suspect us?

Agmar:
We must be *very* wise.

Thahn:
But if we are not wise, master?

Agmar:
Why, then death may come to us --

Thahn:
O master!