Властелин колец: Две башни
The King of the Golden Hall
Twomenhadcomesoftlyupthestairandstoodnowafewstepsfromthetop.Éomerwasthere.Nohelmwasonhishead,nomailwasonhisbreast,butinhishandheheldadrawnsword;andashekneltheofferedthehilttohismaster.
’Howcomesthis?’saidThéodensternly.HeturnedtowardsÉomerandthemenlookedinwonderathim,standingnowproudanderect.Wherewastheoldmanwhomtheyhadleftcrouchinginhischairorleaningonhisstick?
’Itismydoing,lord,’saidHáma,trembling.IunderstoodthatÉomerwastobesetfree.SuchjoywasinmyheartthatmaybeIhaveerred.Yet,sincehewasfreeagain,andheaMarshaloftheMark,!broughthimhisswordashebademe.’
’Tolayatyourfeet,mylord,’saidÉomer.
ForamomentofsilenceThéodenstoodlookingdownatÉomerashekneltstillbeforehim.Neithermoved.
’Willyounottakethesword?’saidGandalf.
SlowlyThéodenstretchedforthhishand.Ashisfingerstookthehilt,itseemedtothewatchersthatfirmnessandstrengthreturnedtohisthinarm.Suddenlyheliftedthebladeandswungitshimmeringandwhistlingintheair.Thenhegaveagreatcry.HisvoicerangclearashechantedinthetongueofRohanacalltoarms.
Arisenow,arise,RidersofThéoden!
Diredeedsawake,darkisiteastward.
Lethorsebebridled,hornbesounded!
ForthEorlingas!
Theguards,thinkingthattheyweresummoned,sprangupthestair.Theylookedattheirlordinamazement,andthenasonemantheydrewtheirswordsandlaidthemathisfeet.’Commandus!’theysaid.
