Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Merrycrawledonallfourslikeadazedbeast,andsuchahorrorwasonhimthathewasblindandsick.
‘King’sman!King’sman!’hisheartcriedwithinhim.‘Youmuststaybyhim.Asafatheryoushallbetome,yousaid.’Buthiswillmadenoanswer,andhisbodyshook.Hedarednotopenhiseyesorlookup.
ThenoutoftheblacknessinhismindhethoughtthatheheardDernhelmspeaking;yetnowthevoiceseemedstrange,recallingsomeothervoicethathehadknown.
‘Begone,fouldwimmerlaik,lordofcarrion!Leavethedeadinpeace!’
Acoldvoiceanswered:‘ComenotbetweentheNazgûlandhisprey!Orhewillnotslaytheeinthyturn.Hewillbeartheeawaytothehousesoflamentation,beyondalldarkness,wherethyfleshshallbedevoured,andthyshrivelledmindbeleftnakedtotheLidlessEye.’
Aswordrangasitwasdrawn.‘Dowhatyouwill;butIwillhinderit,ifImay.’
‘Hinderme?Thoufool.Nolivingmanmayhinderme!’
ThenMerryheardofallsoundsinthathourthestrangest.ItseemedthatDernhelmlaughed,andtheclearvoicewasliketheringofsteel.‘ButnolivingmanamI!Youlookuponawoman.ÉowynIam,Éomund’sdaughter.Youstandbetweenmeandmylordandkin.Begone,ifyoubenotdeathless!Forlivingordarkundead,Iwillsmiteyou,ifyoutouchhim.’
Thewingedcreaturescreamedather,buttheRingwraithmadenoanswer,andwassilent,asifinsuddendoubt.VeryamazementforamomentconqueredMerry’sfear.Heopenedhiseyesandtheblacknesswasliftedfromthem.
