Повелитель мух
Gift for the Darkness
Atlengtheventhispalled.Jackbegantocleanhisbloodyhandsontherock.Thenhestartedworkonthesowandpaunchedher,luggingoutthehotbagsofcoloredguts,pushingthemintoapileontherockwhiletheotherswatchedhim.Hetalkedasheworked.
"We’lltakethemeatalongthebeach.I’llgobacktotheplatformandinvitethemtoafeast.Thatshouldgiveustime."
Rogerspoke.
"Chief—"
"Uh—?"
"Howcanwemakeafire?"
Jacksquattedbackandfrownedatthepig.
"We’llraidthemandtakefire.Theremustbefourofyou;Henryandyou,RobertandMaurice.We’llputonpaintandsneakup;RogercansnatchabranchwhileIsaywhatIwant.Therestofyoucangetthisbacktowherewewere.We’llbuildthefirethere.Andafterthat—"
Hepausedandstoodup,lookingattheshadowsunderthetrees.Hisvoicewaslowerwhenhespokeagain.
"Butwe’llleavepartofthekillfor..."
Hekneltdownagainandwasbusywithhisknife.Theboyscrowdedroundhim.HespokeoverhisshouldertoRoger.
"Sharpenastickatbothends."
