"Dunsany, Lord - Five Plays" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

Thahn: {stretching out a hand to a lamb upon an altar}
That leg is not being cooked at all.

Illanaun:
It is strange that gods should be thus anxious about
the cooking of a leg of lamb.

Oorander:
It is strange certainly.

Illanaun:
Almost I had said that it was a man that spoke then.

Oorander: {stroking his beard and regarding the second
beggar}
Strange. Strange, certainly.

Agmar:
Is it then strange that the gods love roasted flesh?
For this purpose they keep the lightning. When the
lightning flickers about the limbs of men there comes
to the gods of Marma a pleasant smell, even a smell of
roasting. Sometimes the gods, being pacific, are
pleased to have roasted instead the flesh of lamb. It
is all one to the gods; let the roasting stop.

Oorander:
No, no, gods of the mountains!

Others:
No, no.

Oorander:
Quick, let us offer flesh to them. If they eat, all is
well.

{They offer it; the beggars eat, all but Agmar, who
watches.}

Illanaun:
One who was ignorant, one who did not know, had almost
said that they ate like hungry men.

Others:
Hush!

Akmos:
Yet they look as though they had not had a meal like
this for a long time.