Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Siege of Gondor
Heturnedhistiredgazeawayfromthedarklingfieldsbelowandyawned,andthenhesighed.
‘Youarewearyofthisday?’saidBeregond.
‘Yes,’saidPippin,‘very:tiredoutwithidlenessandwaiting.Ihavekickedmyheelsatthedoorofmymaster’schamberformanyslowhours,whilehehasdebatedwithGandalfandthePrinceandothergreatpersons.AndI’mnotused,MasterBeregond,towaitinghungryonotherswhiletheyeat.Itisasoretrialforahobbit,that.NodoubtyouwillthinkIshouldfeelthehonourmoredeeply.Butwhatisthegoodofsuchhonour?Indeedwhatisthegoodevenoffoodanddrinkunderthiscreepingshadow?Whatdoesitmean?Theveryairseemsthickandbrown!DoyouoftenhavesuchgloomswhenthewindisintheEast?’
‘Nay,’saidBeregond,‘thisisnoweatheroftheworld.Thisissomedeviceofhismalice;somebroiloffumefromtheMountainofFirethathesendstodarkenheartsandcounsel.Andsoitdothindeed.IwishtheLordFaramirwouldreturn.Hewouldnotbedismayed.Butnow,whoknowsifhewillevercomebackacrosstheRiveroutoftheDarkness?’
‘Yes,’saidPippin,‘Gandalf,too,isanxious.Hewasdisappointed.Ithink,nottofindFaramirhere.Andwherehashegottohimself?HelefttheLord’scouncilbeforethenoon-meal,andinnogoodmoodeither,Ithought.Perhapshehassomeforebodingofbadnews.’
Suddenlyastheytalkedtheywerestrickendumb,frozenasitweretolisteningstones.
