Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
`Thenmaybeyoucanseeitinyourmind’seye:agreathornofthewildoxoftheEast,boundwithsilver,andwrittenwithancientcharacters.Thathorntheeldestsonofourhousehasborneformanygenerations;anditissaidthatifitbeblownatneedanywherewithintheboundsofGondor,astherealmwasofold,itsvoicewillnotpassunheeded.
’FivedaysereIsetoutonthisventure,elevendaysagoataboutthishouroftheday,Iheardtheblowingofthathorn:fromthenorthwarditseemed,butdim,asifitwerebutanechointhemind.Abodingofillwethoughtit,myfatherandI,fornotidingshadweheardofBoromirsincehewentaway,andnowatcheronourbordershadseenhimpass.Andonthethirdnightafteranotherandastrangerthingbefellme.
’IsatatnightbythewatersofAnduin,inthegreydarkundertheyoungpalemoon,watchingtheever-movingstream;andthesadreedswererustling.SodoweeverwatchtheshoresnighOsgiliath,whichourenemiesnowpartlyhold,andissuefromittoharryourlands.Butthatnightalltheworldsleptatthemidnighthour.ThenIsaw,oritseemedthatIsaw,aboatfloatingonthewater,glimmeringgrey,asmallboatofastrangefashionwithahighprow.andtherewasnonetoroworsteerit.
`Anawefellonme,forapalelightwasroundit.ButIroseandwenttothebank,andbegantowalkoutintothestream,forIwasdrawntowardsit.Thentheboatturnedtowardsme,andstayeditspace,andfloatedslowlybywithinmyhand’sreach,yetIdurstnothandleit.
