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

Slag: {to Agmar}
You have a plan, my master. You have a plan.

Agmar:
Not yet, Slag.

Illanaun: {to Oorander}
These are the men that went to the shrines at Marma.

Oorander: {in a loud, clear voice}
Were the Gods of the Mountain seated still at Marma, or
were they not there?

{The beggars get hurriedly up from their thrones.}

Dromedary Man:
They were not there.

Illanaun:
They were not there?

Dromedary Man:
Their shrines were empty.

Oorander:
Behold the Gods of the Mountain!

Akmos:
They have indeed come from Marma.

Oorander:
Come. Let us go away to prepare a sacrifice. A mighty
sacrifice to atone for our doubting. {Exeunt.}

Slag:
My most wise master!

Agmar:
No, no, Slag. I do not know what has befallen. When I
went by Marma only two weeks ago the idols of green
jade were still seated there.

Oogno:
We are saved now.

Thahn:
Ay, we are saved.

Agmar: