"Лорд Дансени. The Gods of the Mountain (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора Agmar:
-- slowly. {All stir uneasily except Slag, who sits motionless in the doorway.} Oogno: Do they believe us, master? Slag: {half turning his head} Someone comes. {Slag resumes his position.} Agmar: {putting away his meat} We shall soon know now. {All take up the attitude. Enter One, loquitur.} One: Master, I want the god that does not eat. Agmar: I am he. Master, my child was bitten in the throat by a death-adder at noon. Spare him, master; he still breathes, but slowly. Agmar: Is he indeed your child? One: He is surely my child, master. Agmar: Was it your wont to thwart him at his play, while he was strong and well? One: I never thwarted him, master. Agmar: Whose child is Death? One: Death is the child of the gods. Agmar: |
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