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

Agmar:
How long has the calling of beggary existed?

Oogno:
Since the building of the first city, master.

Agmar:
And when has a beggar ever followed a trade? When has
he ever haggled and bartered and sat in a shop?

Oogno:
Why, he has never done so.

Agmar:
Are you he that shall be first to forsake the calling?

Oogno:
Times are bad for the calling here.

Thahn:
They are bad.

Agmar:
So you would forsake the calling?

Oogno:
The city is unworthy of our calling. The gods are
drowsy and all that is divine in man is dead. {To
third beggar} Are not the gods drowsy?

Ulf:
They are drowsy in their mountains away at Marma. The
seven green idols are drowsy. Who is this that rebukes
us?

Thahn:
Are you some great merchant, master? Perhaps you will
help a poor man that is starving.

Slag:
My master a merchant! No, no. He is no merchant. My
master is no merchant.

Oogno:
I perceive that he is some lord in disguise. The gods
have woken and sent him to save us.

Slag:
No, no. You do not know my master. You do not know
him.