Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Pyre of Denethor
Andashehelditup,itseemedtothosethatlookedonthattheglobebegantoglowwithaninnerflame,sothattheleanfaceoftheLordwaslitaswitharedfire,anditseemedcutoutofhardstone,sharpwithblackshadows,noble,proud,andterrible.Hiseyesglittered.
‘Prideanddespair!’hecried.‘DidstthouthinkthattheeyesoftheWhiteTowerwereblind?Nay,Ihaveseenmorethanthouknowest,GreyFool.Forthyhopeisbutignorance.Gothenandlabourinhealing!Goforthandfight!Vanity.Foralittlespaceyoumaytriumphonthefield,foraday.ButagainstthePowerthatnowarisesthereisnovictory.TothisCityonlythefirstfingerofitshandhasyetbeenstretched.AlltheEastismoving.AndevennowthewindofthyhopecheatstheeandwaftsupAnduinafleetwithblacksails.TheWesthasfailed.Itistimeforalltodepartwhowouldnotbeslaves.’
‘SuchcounselswillmaketheEnemy’svictorycertainindeed,’saidGandalf.
‘Hopeonthen!’laughedDenethor.‘DoInotknowthee,Mithrandir?Thyhopeistoruleinmystead,tostandbehindeverythrone,north,south,orwest.Ihavereadthymindanditspolicies.DoInotknowthatyoucommandedthishalflingheretokeepsilence?Thatyoubroughthimhithertobeaspywithinmyverychamber?AndyetinourspeechtogetherIhavelearnedthenamesandpurposeofallthycompanions.So!WiththelefthandthouwouldstusemeforalittlewhileasashieldagainstMordor,andwiththerightbringupthisRangeroftheNorthtosupplantme.
