Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Siege of Gondor
Atlast,lessthanamilefromtheCity,amoreorderedmassofmencameintoview,marchingnotrunning,stillholdingtogether.
Thewatchersheldtheirbreath.‘Faramirmustbethere,’theysaid.‘Hecangovernmanandbeast.Hewillmakeityet.’
Nowthemainretreatwasscarcelytwofurlongsdistant.Outofthegloombehindasmallcompanyofhorsemengalloped,allthatwasleftoftherearguard.Onceagaintheyturnedatbay,facingtheoncominglinesoffire.Thensuddenlytherewasatumultoffiercecries.Horsemenoftheenemysweptup.Thelinesoffirebecameflowingtorrents,fileuponfileofOrcsbearingflames,andwildSouthronmenwithredbanners,shoutingwithharshtongues,surgingup,overtakingtheretreat.Andwithapiercingcryoutofthedimskyfellthewingedshadows,theNazgûlstoopingtothekill.
Theretreatbecamearout.Alreadymenwerebreakingaway,flyingwildandwitlesshereandthere,flingingawaytheirweapons,cryingoutinfear,fallingtotheground.
AndthenatrumpetrangfromtheCitadel,andDenethoratlastreleasedthesortie.DrawnupwithintheshadowoftheGateandundertheloomingwallsoutsidetheyhadwaitedforhissignal:allthemountedmenthatwereleftintheCity.Nowtheysprangforward,formed,quickenedtoagallop,andchargedwithagreatshout.Andfromthewallsanansweringshoutwentup;forforemostonthefieldrodetheswan-knightsofDolAmrothwiththeirPrinceandhisbluebannerattheirhead.
‘AmrothforGondor!’theycried.
