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

Mlan:
How long have we asked and asked, and for how much!

Agmar:
We to whom all things are coming at last!

Thief:
I fear lest my art forsake me now that good things come
without stealing.

Agmar:
You will need your art no longer.

Slag:
The wisdom of my master shall suffice us all our days.

{Enter a frightened Man. He kneels before Agmar and
abases his forehead.}

Man:
Master, we implore you, the people beseech you.

{Agmar and the beggars in the attitude of the gods sit
silent.}

Man:
Master, it is terrible. {The beggars maintain
silence.} It is terrible when you wander in the
evening. It is terrible on the edge of the desert in
the evening. Children die when they see you.

Agmar:
In the desert? When did you see us?

Man:
Last night, master. You were terrible last night. You
were terrible in the gloaming. When your hands were
stretched out and groping. You were feeling for the
city.

Agmar:
Last night do you say?

Man:
You were terrible in the gloaming!

Agmar:
You yourself saw us?

Man: