Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Siege of Gondor
Thricethegreatramboomed.AndsuddenlyuponthelaststroketheGateofGondorbroke.Asifstrickenbysomeblastingspellitburstasunder:therewasaflashofsearinglightning,andthedoorstumbledinrivenfragmentstotheground.
InrodetheLordoftheNazgûl.Agreatblackshapeagainstthefiresbeyondheloomedup,growntoavastmenaceofdespair.InrodetheLordoftheNazgûl,underthearchwaythatnoenemyeveryethadpassed,andallfledbeforehisface.
Allsaveone.Therewaiting,silentandstillinthespacebeforetheGate,satGandalfuponShadowfax:Shadowfaxwhoaloneamongthefreehorsesoftheearthenduredtheterror,unmoving,steadfastasagravenimageinRathDínen.
‘Youcannotenterhere,’saidGandalf,andthehugeshadowhalted.‘Gobacktotheabysspreparedforyou!Goback!FallintothenothingnessthatawaitsyouandyourMaster.Go!’
TheBlackRiderflungbackhishood,andbehold!hehadakinglycrown;andyetuponnoheadvisiblewasitset.Theredfiresshonebetweenitandthemantledshouldersvastanddark.Fromamouthunseentherecameadeadlylaughter.
‘Oldfool!’hesaid.‘Oldfool!Thisismyhour.DoyounotknowDeathwhenyouseeit?Dienowandcurseinvain!’Andwiththatheliftedhighhisswordandflamesrandowntheblade.
Gandalfdidnotmove.Andinthatverymoment,awaybehindinsomecourtyardoftheCity,acockcrowed
