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

Agmar:
Let someone have seen it once in some rare document.
Let it be spoken of in the market place.

Slag:
It shall be spoken of, master.

{Slag lingers. Enter Thief and Thahn.}

Oogno:
This is our thief.

Agmar: {encouragingly}
Ah, he is a quick thief.

Thief:
I could only procure you three green raiments, master.
The city is not now well supplied with them; moreover,
it is a very suspicious city and without shame for the
baseness of its suspicions.

Slag: {to a beggar}
This is not thieving.

Thief:
I could do no more, master. I have not practised
thieving all my life.

Agmar:
You have got something: it may serve our purpose. How
long have you been thieving?

Thief:
I first stole when I was ten.

Slag: {in horror}
When he was ten!

Agmar:
We must tear them up and divide them amongst the
seven. {To Thahn} Bring me another beggar.

Slag:
When my master was ten he had already to slip by night
out of two cities.

Oogno: {admiringly}
Out of two cities?