"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.

One:
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: