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

they would scarcely seem thieves to you. They are not
good thieves.

Agmar:
I shall need the best thief you have.

{Enter two citizens richly clad, Illanaun and
Oorander.}

Illanaun:
Therefore we will send galleons to Ardaspes.

Oorander:
Right to Ardaspes through the silver gates.

{Agmar transfers the thick handle of his long staff to
his left armpit, he droops on to it and it supports his
weight; he is upright no longer. His right arm hangs
limp and useless. He hobbles up to the citizens
imploring alms.}

Illanaun:
I am sorry. I cannot help you. There have been too
many beggars here and we must decline alms for the good
of the town.

Agmar: {sitting down and weeping}
I have come from far.

{Illanaun presently returns and gives Agmar a coin.
Exit Illanaun. Agmar, erect again, walks back to the
others.}

Agmar:
We shall need fine raiment; let the thief start at
once. Let it rather be green raiment.

Beggar:
I will go and fetch the thief. {Exit}

Ulf:
We will dress ourselves as lords and impose upon the
city.

Oogno:
Yes, yes; we will say we are ambassadors from a far
land.

Ulf:
And there will be good eating.