Повелитель мух
Fire on the Mountain
RalphandJacklookedateachotherwhilesocietypausedaboutthem.Theshamefulknowledgegrewinthemandtheydidnotknowhowtobeginconfession.
Ralphspokefirst,crimsonintheface.
"Willyou?"
Heclearedhisthroatandwenton.
"Willyoulightthefire?"
Nowtheabsurdsituationwasopen,Jackblushedtoo.Hebegantomuttervaguely.
"Yourubtwosticks.Yourub—"
HeglancedatRalph,whoblurtedoutthelastconfessionofincompetence.
"Hasanyonegotanymatches?"
"Youmakeabowandspinthearrow,"saidRoger.Herubbedhishandsinmime."Psss.Psss."
Alittleairwasmovingoverthemountain.Piggycamewithit,inshortsandshirt,laboringcautiouslyoutoftheforestwiththeeveningsunlightgleamingfromhisglasses.Heheldtheconchunderhisarm.
Ralphshoutedathim.
"Piggy!Haveyougotanymatches?"
Theotherboystookupthecrytillthemountainrang.Piggyshookhisheadandcametothepile.
