Властелин колец: Две башни
The Voice of Saruman
’I’llnevergetitbacknowwithoutwakinghim,’hethought,’nottillI’mabitcalmer.SoImayaswellhavealookfirst.Notjustherethough!’Hestoleaway,andsatdownonagreenhillocknotfarfromhisbed.Themoonlookedinovertheedgeofthedell.
Pippinsatwithhiskneesdrawnupandtheballbetweenthem.Hebentlowoverit,lookinglikeagreedychildstoopingoverabowloffood,inacornerawayfromothers.Hedrewhiscloakasideandgazedatit.Theairseemedstillandtenseabouthim.Atfirsttheglobewasdark,blackasjet,withthemoonlightgleamingonitssurface.Thentherecameafaintglowandstirintheheartofit,anditheldhiseyes,sothatnowhecouldnotlookaway.Soonalltheinsideseemedonfire;theballwasspinning,orthelightswithinwererevolving.Suddenlythelightswentout.Hegaveagaspandstruggled;butheremainedbent,claspingtheballwithbothhands.Closerandcloserhebent,andthenbecamerigid;hislipsmovedsoundlesslyforawhile.Thenwithastrangledcryhefellbackandlaystill.
Thecrywaspiercing.Theguardsleaptdownfromthebanks.Allthecampwassoonastir.
’Sothisisthethief!’saidGandalf.Hastilyhecasthiscloakovertheglobewhereitlay.’Butyou,Pippin!Thisisagrievousturntothings!’HekneltbyPippin’sbody:thehobbitwaslyingonhisbackrigid,withunseeingeyesstaringupatthesky.’Thedevilry!Whatmischiefhashedone-tohimself,andtoallofus?’Thewizard’sfacewasdrawnandhaggard.
