Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Pyre of Denethor
‘Come,ifyouarenotallrecreant!’Thentwoofthemranupthestepstohim.Swiftlyhesnatchedatorchfromthehandofoneandsprangbackintothehouse.BeforeGandalfcouldhinderhimhethrustthebrandamidthefuel,andatonceitcrackledandroaredintoflame.
ThenDenethorleapeduponthetable,andstandingtherewreathedinfireandsmokehetookupthestaffofhisstewardshipthatlayathisfeetandbrokeitonhisknee.Castingthepiecesintotheblazehebowedandlaidhimselfonthetable,claspingthepalantírwithbothhandsuponhisbreast.Anditwassaidthateverafter,ifanymanlookedinthatStone,unlesshehadagreatstrengthofwilltoturnittootherpurpose,hesawonlytwoagedhandswitheringinflame.
Gandalfingriefandhorrorturnedhisfaceawayandclosedthedoor.Forawhilehestoodinthought,silentuponthethreshold,whilethoseoutsideheardthegreedyroaringofthefirewithin.AndthenDenethorgaveagreatcry,andafterwardsspokenomore,norwaseveragainseenbymortalmen.
‘SopassesDenethor,sonofEcthelion,’saidGandalf:ThenheturnedtoBeregondandtheLord’sservantsthatstoodthereaghast.‘AndsopassalsothedaysofGondorthatyouhaveknown;forgoodoreviltheyareended.Illdeedshavebeendonehere;butletnowallenmitythatliesbetweenyoubeputaway,foritwascontrivedbytheEnemyandworkshiswill.Youhavebeencaughtinanetofwarringdutiesthatyoudidnotweave.
