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

Their shrines were empty.

Oorander:
Behold the Gods of the Mountain!

Akmos:
They have indeed come from Marma.

Oorander:
Come. Let us go away to prepare a sacrifice. A mighty
sacrifice to atone for our doubting. {Exeunt.}

Slag:
My most wise master!

Agmar:
No, no, Slag. I do not know what has befallen. When I
went by Marma only two weeks ago the idols of green
jade were still seated there.

Oogno:
We are saved now.

Thahn:
Ay, we are saved.

Agmar:
We are saved, but I know not how.

Oogno:
Never had beggars such a time.

Thief:
I will go out and watch. {He creeps out.}

Ulf:
Yet I have a fear.

Oogno:
A fear? Why, we are saved.

Ulf:
Last night I dreamed.

Oogno:
What was your dream?

Ulf:
It was nothing. I dreamed that I was thirsty and one
gave me Woldery wine; yet there was a fear in my dream.