Властелин колец: Две башни
The Voice of Saruman
’I’msorry,Pippin,butyoureallymustwaittillthemorning.I’llbeascuriousasyoulikeafterbreakfast,andI’llhelpinanywayIcanatwizard-wheedling.ButIcan’tkeepawakeanylonger.IfIyawnanymore,Ishallsplitattheears.Goodnight!’
Pippinsaidnomore.Helaystillnow,butsleepremainedfaraway;anditwasnotencouragedbythesoundofMerrybreathingsoftly,asleepinafewminutesaftersayinggoodnight.’Thethoughtofthedarkglobeseemedtogrowstrongerasallgrewquiet.Pippinfeltagainitsweightinhishands,andsawagainthemysteriousreddepthsintowhichhehadlookedforamoment.Hetossedandturnedandtriedtothinkofsomethingelse.
Atlasthecouldstanditnolonger.Hegotupandlookedround.Itwaschilly,andhewrappedhiscloakabouthim.Themoonwasshiningcoldandwhite,downintothedell,andtheshadowsofthebusheswereblack.Allaboutlaysleepingshapes.Thetwoguardswerenotinview:theywereuponthehill,perhaps,orhiddeninthebracken.Drivenbysomeimpulsethathedidnotunderstand,PippinwalkedsoftlytowhereGandalflay.Helookeddownathim.Thewizardseemedasleep,butwithlidsnotfullyclosed:therewasaglitterofeyesunderhislonglashes.Pippinsteppedbackhastily.ButGandalfmadenosign;anddrawnforwardoncemore,halfagainsthiswill,thehobbitcreptupagainfrombehindthewizard’shead.
