Властелин колец: Две башни
The Voice of Saruman
SeveraloftheRiderscriedout,andcrouched,holdingtheirarmsabovetheirheads,asiftowardoffablowfromabove:ablindfearandadeadlycoldfellonthem.Coweringtheylookedup.Avastwingedshapepassedoverthemoonlikeablackcloud.Itwheeledandwentnorth,flyingataspeedgreaterthananywindofMiddle-earth.Thestarsfaintedbeforeit.Itwasgone.
Theystoodup,rigidasstones.Gandalfwasgazingup,hisarmsoutanddownwards,stiff,hishandsclenched.
’Nazgûl!’hecried.’ThemessengerofMordor.Thestormiscoming.TheNazgûlhavecrossedtheRiver!Ride,ride!Waitnotforthedawn!Letnottheswiftwaitfortheslow!Ride!’
Hesprangaway,callingShadowfaxasheran.Aragornfollowedhim.GoingtoPippin,Gandalfpickedhimupinhisarms.’Youshallcomewithmethistime,’hesaid.’Shadowfaxshallshowyouhispaces.’Thenherantotheplacewherehehadslept.Shadowfaxstoodtherealready.Slingingthesmallbagwhichwasallhisluggageacrosshisshoulders,thewizardleaptuponthehorse’sback.AragornliftedPippinandsethiminGandalf’sarms,,wrappedincloakandblanket.
’Farewell!Followfast!’criedGandalf.’Away,Shadowfax!’
Thegreathorsetossedhishead.Hisflowingtailflickedinthemoonlight.Thenheleaptforward,spurningtheearth,andwasgonelikethenorthwindfromthemountains.
’Abeautiful,restfulnight!’saidMerrytoAragorn.’Somefolkhavewonderfulluck.
