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

{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?

Slag: {nodding his head}
In his native city they do not now know what became of
the golden cup that stood in the Lunar Temple.

Agmar:
Yes, into seven pieces.

Ulf: