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

Agmar:
The men are doubters. How the gods hate the word!
Doubt ever contaminated virtue. Let them be cast into
prison and not besmirch your purity. {Rising} Let
them not enter here.

Illanaun:
But oh, most reverend deity from the Mountain, we also
doubt, most reverend deity.

Agmar:
You have chosen. You have chosen. And yet it is not
too late. Repent and cast these men into prison and it
may not be too late. *The gods have never wept.* And
yet when they think upon damnation and the dooms that
are withering a myriad bones, then almost, were they
not divine, they could weep. Be quick! Repent of your
doubt.

{Enter the Dromedary Men.}

Illanaun:
Most reverend deity, it is a mighty doubt.

Citizens:
*Nothing has killed him! They are not the gods!*

Slag: {to Agmar}
You have a plan, my master. You have a plan.

Agmar:
Not yet, Slag.

Illanaun: {to Oorander}
These are the men that went to the shrines at Marma.

Oorander: {in a loud, clear voice}
Were the Gods of the Mountain seated still at Marma, or
were they not there?

{The beggars get hurriedly up from their thrones.}

Dromedary Man:
They were not there.

Illanaun:
They were not there?

Dromedary Man: