Повелитель мух
Gift for the Darkness
Piggystoodabovethemontheplatform,stillholdingtheconch.
"ThatwasJackandMauriceandRobert,"saidRalph."Aren’ttheyhavingfun?"
"IthoughtIwasgoingtohaveasthma."
"Suckstoyourass-mar."
"WhenIsawJackIwassurehe’dgofortheconch.Can’tthinkwhy."
Thegroupofboyslookedatthewhiteshellwithaffectionaterespect.PiggyplaceditinRalph’shandandthelittluns,seeingthefamiliarsymbol,startedtocomeback.
"Nothere."
Heturnedtowardtheplatform,feelingtheneedforritual.FirstwentRalph,thewhiteconchcradled,thenPiggyverygrave,thenthetwins,thenthelittlunsandtheothers.
"Sitdownallofyou.Theyraidedusforfire.They’rehavingfun.Butthe—"
Ralphwaspuzzledbytheshutterthatflickeredinhisbrain.Therewassomethinghewantedtosay;thentheshutterhadcomedown.
"Butthe—"
Theywereregardinghimgravely,notyettroubledbyanydoubtsabouthissufficiency.RalphpushedtheidiothairoutofhiseyesandlookedatPiggy.
"Butthe...oh...thefire!Ofcourse,thefire!"
