"Lord Dunsany - The Gods Of The Mountain (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

There is none like my master. No traveller has met
with cunning like to his, not even those that come from
AEthiopia.

Ulf:
We make you welcome to our town, upon which an evil has
fallen, the days being bad for beggary.

Agmar:
Let none who has known the mystery of roads or has felt
the wind arising new in the morning, or who has called
forth out of the souls of men divine benevolence, ever
speak any more of any trade or of the miserable gains
of shops and the trading men.

Oogno:
I but spoke hastily, the times being bad.

Agmar:
I will put right the times.

Slag:
There is nothing that my master cannot do.

Agmar: {to Slag}
Be silent and attend to me. I do not know this city.
I have travelled from far, having somewhat exhausted
the city of Ackara.

Slag:
My master was three times knocked down and injured by
 carriages there, once he was killed and seven times he
was beaten and robbed, and every time he was generously
compensated. He had nine diseases, many of them
mortal --

Agmar:
Be silent, Slag. -- Have you any thieves among the
calling here?

Ulf:
We have a few that we call thieves here, master, but
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.}