Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Siege of Gondor
‘Faramir!TheLordFaramir!Itishiscall!’criedBeregond.‘Braveheart!ButhowcanhewintotheGate,ifthesefoulhell-hawkshaveotherweaponsthanfear?Butlook!Theyholdon.TheywillmaketheGate.No!thehorsesarerunningmad.Look!themenarethrown;theyarerunningonfoot.No,oneisstillup,butheridesbacktotheothers.ThatwillbetheCaptain:hecanmasterbothbeastsandmen.Ah!thereoneofthefoulthingsisstoopingonhim.Help!help!Willnoonegoouttohim?Faramir!’
WiththatBeregondsprangawayandranoffintothegloom.Ashamedofhisterror,whileBeregondoftheGuardthoughtfirstofthecaptainwhomheloved,Pippingotupandpeeredout.AtthatmomenthecaughtaflashofwhiteandsilvercomingfromtheNorth,likeasmallstardownontheduskyfields.Itmovedwiththespeedofanarrowandgrewasitcame,convergingswiftlywiththeflightofthefourmentowardstheGate.ItseemedtoPippinthatapalelightwasspreadaboutitandtheheavyshadowsgavewaybeforeit;andthenasitdrewnearhethoughtthatheheard,likeanechointhewalls,agreatvoicecalling.
‘Gandalf!’hecried.‘Gandalf!Healwaysturnsupwhenthingsaredarkest.Goon!Goon,WhiteRider!Gandalf,Gandalf!’heshoutedwildly,likeanonlookeratagreatraceurgingonarunnerwhoisfarbeyondencouragement.
Butnowthedarkswoopingshadowswereawareofthenewcomer.Onewheeledtowardshim;butitseemedtoPippinthatheraisedhishand,andfromitashaftofwhitelightstabbedupwards.
