Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
`WhatintruththisThingisIcannotyetguess;butsomeheirloomofpowerandperilitmustbe.Afellweapon,perchance,devisedbytheDarkLord.Ifitwereathingthatgaveadvantageinbattle.IcanwellbelievethatBoromir,theproudandfearless,oftenrash,everanxiousforthevictoryofMinasTirith(andhisownglorytherein),mightdesiresuchathingandbealluredbyit.Alasthateverhewentonthaterrand!Ishouldhavebeenchosenbymyfatherandtheeldersbutheputhimselfforward.asbeingtheolderandthehardier(bothtrue),andhewouldnotbestayed.
’Butfearnomore!Iwouldnottakethisthing,ifitlaybythehighway.NotwereMinasTirithfallinginruinandIalonecouldsaveher,so,usingtheweaponoftheDarkLordforhergoodandmyglory.No.Idonotwishforsuchtriumphs,FrodosonofDrogo.’
’NeitherdidtheCouncil,’saidFrodo.’NordoI.Iwouldhavenothingtodowithsuchmatters.’
`Formyself,’saidFaramir,’IwouldseetheWhiteTreeinfloweragaininthecourtsofthekings,andtheSilverCrownreturn,andMinasTirithinpeace:MinasAnoragainasofold,fulloflight,highandfair,beautifulasaqueenamongotherqueens:notamistressofmanyslaves,nay,notevenakindmistressofwillingslaves.Warmustbe,whilewedefendourlivesagainstadestroyerwhowoulddevourall;butIdonotlovethebrightswordforitssharpness,northearrowforitsswiftness,northewarriorforhisglory.
