Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Pyre of Denethor
‘Hecalls,’saidGandalf,‘butyoucannotcometohimyet.Forhemustseekhealingonthethresholdofdeath,andmaybefinditnot.WhereasyourpartistogoouttothebattleofyourCity,wheremaybedeathawaitsyou.Thisyouknowinyourheart.’
‘Hewillnotwakeagain,’saidDenethor.‘Battleisvain.Whyshouldwewishtolivelonger?Whyshouldwenotgotodeathsidebyside?’
‘Authorityisnotgiventoyou,StewardofGondor,toorderthehourofyourdeath,’answeredGandalf.‘Andonlytheheathenkings,underthedominationoftheDarkPower,didthus,slayingthemselvesinprideanddespair,murderingtheirkintoeasetheirowndeath.’ThenpassingthroughthedoorhetookFaramirfromthedeadlyhouseandlaidhimonthebieronwhichhehadbeenbrought,andwhichhadnowbeensetintheporch.Denethorfollowedhim,andstoodtrembling,lookingwithlongingonthefaceofhisson.Andforamoment,whileallweresilentandstill,watchingtheLordinhisthroes,hewavered.
‘Come!’saidGandalf.‘Weareneeded.Thereismuchthatyoucanyetdo.’
ThensuddenlyDenethorlaughed.Hestooduptallandproudagain,andsteppingswiftlybacktothetableheliftedfromitthepillowonwhichhisheadhadlain.Thencomingtothedoorwayhedrewasidethecovering,andlo!hehadbetweenhishandsapalantír.
