Повелитель мух
Painted Faces and Long Hair
Ralphsaidnothingmore,butwaitedwhiletheprocessioncamenearer.Thechantwasaudiblebutatthatdistancestillwordless.BehindJackwalkedthetwins,carryingagreatstakeontheirshoulders.Theguttedcarcassofapigswungfromthestake,swingingheavilyasthetwinstoiledovertheunevenground.Thepig’sheadhungdownwithgapingneckandseemedtosearchforsomethingontheground.Atlastthewordsofthechantfloateduptothem,acrossthebowlofblackenedwoodandashes.
"_Killthepig.Cutherthroat.Spillherblood._"
Yetasthewordsbecameaudible,theprocessionreachedthesteepestpartofthemountain,andinaminuteortwothechanthaddiedaway.PiggysniveledandSimonshushedhimquicklyasthoughhehadspokentooloudlyinchurch.
Jack,hisfacesmearedwithclays,reachedthetopfirstandhailedRalphexcitedly,withliftedspear.
"Look!We’vekilledapig—westoleuponthem—wegotinacircle—"
Voicesbrokeinfromthehunters.
"Wegotinacircle—"
"Wecreptup—"
"Thepigsquealed—"
Thetwinsstoodwiththepigswingingbetweenthem,droppingblackgoutsontherock.Theyseemedtoshareonewide,ecstaticgrin.JackhadtoomanythingstotellRalphatonce.
