Властелин колец: Две башни
The Voice of Saruman
Hewasrolledinablanket,withhiscloakspreadoverthetop;andclosebesidehim,betweenhisrightsideandhisbentarm,therewasahummock,somethingroundwrappedinadarkcloth;hishandseemedonlyjusttohaveslippedoffittotheground.
Hardlybreathing,Pippincreptnearer,footbyfoot.Atlasthekneltdown.Thenheputhishandsoutstealthily,andslowlyliftedthelumpup:itdidnotseemquitesoheavyashehadexpected.’Onlysomebundleofoddments,perhaps,afterall,’hethoughtwithastrangesenseofrelief;buthedidnotputthebundledownagain.Hestoodforamomentclaspingit.Thenanideacameintohismind.Hetiptoedaway,foundalargestone,andcameback.
Quicklynowhedrewoffthecloth,wrappedthestoneinitandkneelingdown,laiditbackbythewizard’shand.Thenatlasthelookedatthethingthathehaduncovered.Thereitwas:asmoothglobeofcrystal,nowdarkanddead,lyingbarebeforehisknees.Pippinliftedit,coveredithurriedlyinhisowncloak,andhalfturnedtogobacktohisbed.AtthatmomentGandalfmovedinhissleep,andmutteredsomewords:theyseemedtobeinastrangetongue;hishandgropedoutandclaspedthewrappedstone,thenhesighedanddidnotmoveagain.
’Youidioticfool!’Pippinmutteredtohimself.’You’regoingtogetyourselfintofrightfultrouble.Putitbackquick!’Buthefoundnowthathiskneesquaked,andhedidnotdaretogonearenoughtothewizardtoreachthebundle.
