Повелитель мух
A View to a Death
Jackstoodupandwavedhisspear.
"Takethemsomemeat."
TheboyswiththespitgaveRalphandPiggyeachasucculentchunk.Theytookthegift,dribbling.Sotheystoodandatebeneathaskyofthunderousbrassthatrangwiththestorm-coming.
Jackwavedhisspearagain.
"Haseverybodyeatenasmuchastheywant?"
Therewasstillfoodleft,sizzlingonthewoodenspits,heapedonthegreenplatters.Betrayedbyhisstomach,Piggythrewapickedbonedownonthebeachandstoopedformore.
Jackspokeagain,impatiently.
"Haseverybodyeatenasmuchastheywant?"
Histoneconveyedawarning,givenoutoftheprideofownership,andtheboysatefasterwhiletherewasstilltime.Seeingtherewasnoimmediatelikelihoodofapause,Jackrosefromthelogthatwashisthroneandsaunteredtotheedgeofthegrass.HelookeddownfrombehindhispaintatRalphandPiggy.TheymovedalittlefartheroffoverthesandandRalphwatchedthefireasheate.Henoticed,withoutunderstanding,howtheflameswerevisiblenowagainstthedulllight.Eveningwascome,notwithcalmbeautybutwiththethreatofviolence.
Jackspoke.
