Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Pyre of Denethor
‘Stay!Stay!’criedGandalf,springingforwardtothestonestairbeforethedoor.‘Staythismadness!’
ForthereweretheservantsofDenethorwithswordsandtorchesintheirhands;butaloneintheporchuponthetopmoststepstoodBeregond,cladintheblackandsilveroftheGuard;andheheldthedooragainstthem.Twoofthemhadalreadyfallentohissword,stainingthehallowswiththeirblood;andtheotherscursedhim,callinghimoutlawandtraitortohismaster.
EvenasGandalfandPippinranforward,theyheardfromwithinthehouseofthedeadthevoiceofDenethorcrying:‘Haste,haste!DoasIhavebidden!Slaymethisrenegade!OrmustIdosomyself?’ThereuponthedoorwhichBeregondheldshutwithhislefthandwaswrenchedopen,andtherebehindhimstoodtheLordoftheCity,tallandfell;alightlikeflamewasinhiseyes,andheheldadrawnsword.
ButGandalfsprangupthesteps,andthemenfellbackfromhimandcoveredtheireyes;forhiscomingwasliketheincomingofawhitelightintoadarkplace,andhecamewithgreatanger.Helifteduphishand,andintheverystroke,theswordofDenethorflewupandlefthisgraspandfellbehindhimintheshadowsofthehouse;andDenethorsteppedbackwardbeforeGandalfasoneamazed.
‘Whatisthis,mylord?’saidthewizard.‘Thehousesofthedeadarenoplacesfortheliving.
