Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
Meanwhilemenbusiedthemselvesaboutthecave,quietlyandinorderlyquickness.Lighttablesweretakenfromthewallsandsetupontrestlesandladenwithgear.Thiswasplainandunadornedforthemostpart,butallwellandfairly,made:roundplatters,bowlsanddishesofglazedbrownclayorturnedbox-wood,smoothandclean.Hereandtherewasacuporbasinofpolishedbronze;andagobletofplainsilverwassetbytheCaptain’sseatinthemiddleoftheinmosttable.
Faramirwentaboutamongthemen,questioningeachashecamein,inasoftvoice.SomecamebackfromthepursuitoftheSouthrons;others,leftbehindasscoutsneartheroad,cameinlatest.AlltheSouthronshadbeenaccountedfor,saveonlythegreatmûmak:whathappenedtohimnonecouldsay.Oftheenemynomovementcouldbeseen;notevenanorc-spywasabroad.
’Yousawandheardnothing,Anborn?’Faramiraskedofthelatestcomer.
`Well,no,lord,’saidtheman.`NoOrcatleast.ButIsaw,orthoughtIsaw,somethingalittlestrange.Itwasgettingdeepdusk,whentheeyesmakethingsgreaterthantheyshouldbe.Soperhapsitmayhavebeennomorethanasquirrel.’Samprickeduphisearsatthis.’Yetifso,itwasablacksquirrel,andIsawnotail.’Twaslikeashadowontheground,anditwhiskedbehindatree-trunkwhenIdrewnighandwentupaloftasswiftasanysquirrelcould.Youwillnothaveusslaywildbeastsfornopurpose,anditseemednomore,soItriednoarrow.
