Властелин колец: Две башни
The Voice of Saruman
’Thewordsofthiswizardstandontheirheads,’hegrowled,grippingthehandleofhisaxe.’InthelanguageofOrthanchelpmeansruin,andsavingmeansslaying,thatisplain.Butwedonotcomeheretobeg.’
’Peace!’saidSaruman,andforafleetingmomenthisvoicewaslesssuave,andalightflickeredinhiseyesandwasgone.’Idonotspeaktoyouyet,GimliGlóin’sson,’hesaid.’Farawayisyourhomeandsmallconcernofyoursarethetroublesofthisland.Butitwasnotbydesignofyourownthatyoubecameembroiledinthem,andsoIwillnotblamesuchpartasyouhaveplayed-avaliantone,Idoubtnot.ButIprayyou,allowmefirsttospeakwiththeKingofRohan,myneighbour,andoncemyfriend.
’Whathaveyoutosay,ThéodenKing?Willyouhavepeacewithme,andalltheaidthatmyknowledge,foundedinlongyears,canbring?Shallwemakeourcounselstogetheragainstevildays,andrepairourinjurieswithsuchgoodwillthatourestatesshallbothcometofairerflowerthaneverbefore?’
StillThéodendidnotanswer.Whetherhestrovewithangerordoubtnonecouldsay.Éomerspoke.
’Lord,hearme!’hesaid.’Nowwefeeltheperilthatwewerewarnedof.Haveweriddenforthtovictory,onlytostandatlastamazedbyanoldliarwithhoneyonhisforkedtongue?Sowouldthetrappedwolfspeaktothehounds,ifhecould.Whataidcanhegivetoyou,forsooth?Allhedesiresistoescapefromhisplight.
