Повелитель мух
Shadows and Tall Trees
Hisvoicespokeforhim.
"Ofcourse."
Hegotoffthetrunkandledthewayacrosstheclinkingcindersupintothedark,andtheothersfollowed.
Nowthathisphysicalvoicewassilenttheinnervoiceofreason,andothervoicestoo,madethemselvesheard.Piggywascallinghimakid.Anothervoicetoldhimnottobeafool;andthedarknessanddesperateenterprisegavethenightakindofdentist’schairunreality.
Astheycametothelastslope,JackandRogerdrewnear,changedfromtheink-stainstodistinguishablefigures.Bycommonconsenttheystoppedandcrouchedtogether.Behindthem,onthehorizon,wasapatchoflighterskywhereinamomentthemoonwouldrise.Thewindroaredonceintheforestandpushedtheirragsagainstthem.
Ralphstirred.
"Comeon."
Theycreptforward,Rogerlaggingalittle.JackandRalphturnedtheshoulderofthemountaintogether.Theglitteringlengthsofthelagoonlaybelowthemandbeyondthatalongwhitesmudgethatwasthereef.Rogerjoinedthem.
Jackwhispered.
"Let’screepforwardonhandsandknees.Maybeit’sasleep."
