Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Houses of Healing
Then,whetherAragornhadindeedsomeforgottenpowerofWesternesse,orwhetheritwasbuthiswordsoftheLadyÉowynthatwroughtonthem,asthesweetinfluenceoftheherbstoleaboutthechamberitseemedtothosewhostoodbythatakeenwindblewthroughthewindow,anditborenoscent,butwasanairwhollyfreshandcleanandyoung,asifithadnotbeforebeenbreathedbyanylivingthingandcamenew-madefromsnowymountainshighbeneathadomeofstars,orfromshoresofsilverfarawaywashedbyseasoffoam.
‘Awake,Éowyn,LadyofRohan!’saidAragornagain,andhetookherrighthandinhisandfeltitwarmwithlifereturning.‘Awake!Theshadowisgoneandalldarknessiswashedclean!’ThenhelaidherhandinÉomer’sandsteppedaway.‘Callher!’hesaid,andhepassedsilentlyfromthechamber.
‘Éowyn,Éowyn!’criedÉomeramidhistears.Butsheopenedhereyesandsaid:‘Éomer!Whatjoyisthis?Fortheysaidthatyouwereslain.Nay,butthatwasonlythedarkvoicesinmydream.HowlonghaveIbeendreaming?’
‘Notlong,mysister,’saidÉomer.‘Butthinknomoreonit!’
‘Iamstrangelyweary,’shesaid.‘Imustrestalittle.Buttellme,whatoftheLordoftheMark?Alas!DonottellmethatthatwasadreamforIknowthatitwasnot.Heisdeadasheforesaw.’
‘Heisdead,’saidÉomer,‘buthebademesayfarewelltoÉowyndearerthandaughter.HeliesnowingreathonourintheCitadelofGondor.’
‘Thatisgrievous,’shesaid.
