Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
Within,uponthefirstfloorabovethestreet,upawidecarvenstair,heshowedthemtoafairroom,lightandairy,withgoodlyhangingsofdullgoldsheenunfigured.Itwassparelyfurnished,havingbutasmalltable,twochairsandabench;butateithersidetherewerecurtainedalcovesandwell-cladbedswithinwithvesselsandbasinsforwashing.TherewerethreehighnarrowwindowsthatlookednorthwardoverthegreatcurveofAnduin,stillshroudedinmists,towardstheEmynMuilandRaurosfaraway.Pippinhadtoclimbonthebenchtolookoutoverthedeepstonesill.
‘Areyouangrywithme,Gandalf?’hesaid,astheirguidewentoutandclosedthedoor.‘IdidthebestIcould.’
‘Youdidindeed!’saidGandalf,laughingsuddenly;andhecameandstoodbesidePippin,puttinghisarmaboutthehobbit’sshouldersandgazingoutofthewindow.Pippinglancedinsomewonderatthefacenowclosebesidehisown,forthesoundofthatlaughhadbeengayandmerry.Yetinthewizard’sfacehesawatfirstonlylinesofcareandsorrow;thoughashelookedmoreintentlyheperceivedthatunderalltherewasagreatjoy:afountainofmirthenoughtosetakingdomlaughing,wereittogushforth.
‘Indeedyoudidyourbest,’saidthewizard;‘andIhopethatitmaybelongbeforeyoufindyourselfinsuchatightcorneragainbetweentwosuchterribleoldmen.StilltheLordofGondorlearnedmorefromyouthanyoumayhaveguessed,Pippin.
