Повелитель мух
A View to a Death
Themovementbecameregularwhilethechantlostitsfirstsuperficialexcitementandbegantobeatlikeasteadypulse.Rogerceasedtobeapigandbecameahunter,sothatthecenteroftheringyawnedemptily.Someofthelittlunsstartedaringontheirown;andthecomplementarycircleswentroundandroundasthoughrepetitionwouldachievesafetyofitself.Therewasthethrobandstampofasingleorganism.
Thedarkskywasshatteredbyablue-whitescar.Aninstantlaterthenoisewasonthemliketheblowofagiganticwhip.Thechantroseatoneinagony.
"_Killthebeast!Cuthisthroat!Spillhisblood!_"
Nowoutoftheterrorroseanotherdesire,thick,urgent,blind.
"_Killthebeast!Cuthisthroat!Spillhisblood!_"
Againtheblue-whitescarjaggedabovethemandthesulphurousexplosionbeatdown.Thelittlunsscreamedandblunderedabout,fleeingfromtheedgeoftheforest,andoneofthembroketheringofbigunsinhisterror.
"Him!Him!"
Thecirclebecameahorseshoe.Athingwascrawlingoutoftheforest.Itcamedarkly,uncertainly.Theshrillscreamingthatrosebeforethebeastwaslikeapain.Thebeaststumbledintothehorseshoe.
"_Killthebeast!Cuthisthroat!Spillhisblood!_"
Theblue-whitescarwasconstant,thenoiseunendurable.Simonwascryingoutsomethingaboutadeadmanonahill.
