Властелин колец: Две башни
The King of the Golden Hall
Castinghistatteredcloakaside,hestoodupandleanednolongeronhisstaff;andhespokeinaclearcoldvoice.’Thewisespeakonlyofwhattheyknow,GrímasonofGálmód.Awitlesswormhaveyoubecome.Thereforebesilent,andkeepyourforkedtonguebehindyourteeth.Ihavenotpassedthroughfireanddeathtobandycrookedwordswithaserving-mantillthelightningfalls.’Heraisedhisstaff.Therewasarollofthunder.Thesunlightwasblottedoutfromtheeasternwindows;thewholehallbecamesuddenlydarkasnight.Thefirefadedtosullenembers.OnlyGandalfcouldbeseen,standingwhiteandtallbeforetheblackenedhearth.
InthegloomtheyheardthehissofWormtongue’svoice:’DidInotcounselyou,lord,toforbidhisstaff?Thatfool,Háma,hasbetrayedus!’Therewasaflashasiflightninghadcloventheroof.Thenallwassilent.Wormtonguesprawledonhisface.
’NowThéodensonofThengel,willyouhearkentome?’saidGandalf.’Doyouaskforhelp?’Heliftedhisstaffandpointedtoahighwindow.Therethedarknessseemedtoclear,andthroughtheopeningcouldbeseen,highandfar,apatchofshiningsky.’Notallisdark.Takecourage,LordoftheMark;forbetterhelpyouwillnotfind.NocounselhaveItogivetothosethatdespair.YetcounselIcouldgive,andwordsIcouldspeaktoyou.Willyouhearthem?Theyarenotforallears.Ibidyoucomeoutbeforeyourdoorsandlookabroad.Toolonghaveyousatinshadowsandtrustedtotwistedtalesandcrookedpromptings.’
SlowlyThéodenlefthischair.
