Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Scouring of the Shire
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AlookofwildhatredcameintoWormtongue’sredeyes."Youtoldmeto;youmademedoit,"hehissed.
Sarumanlaughed."YoudowhatSharkeysays,always,don’tyou,Worm?Well,nowhesays:follow!"HekickedWormtongueinthefaceashegrovelled,andturnedandmadeoff.Butatthatsomethingsnapped:suddenlyWormtongueroseup,drawingahiddenknife,andthenwithasnarllikeadoghesprangonSaruman’sback,jerkedhisheadback,cuthisthroat,andwithayellranoffdownthelane.BeforeFrodocouldrecoverorspeakaword,threehobbit-bowstwangedandWormtonguefelldead.
Tothedismayofthosethatstoodby,aboutthebodyofSarumanagreymistgathered,andrisingslowlytoagreatheightlikesmokefromafire,asapaleshroudedfigureitloomedovertheHill.Foramomentitwavered,lookingtotheWest;butoutoftheWestcameacoldwind,anditbentaway,andwithasighdissolvedintonothing.
Frodolookeddownatthebodywithpityandhorror,forashelookeditseemedthatlongyearsofdeathweresuddenlyrevealedinit,anditshrank,andtheshrivelledfacebecameragsofskinuponahideousskull.Liftinguptheskirtofthedirtycloakthatsprawledbesideit,hecovereditover,andturnedaway.
"Andthat’stheendofthat,"saidSam."Anastyend,andIwishIneedn’thaveseenit;butit’sagoodriddance."
"AndtheverylastendoftheWar,Ihope,"saidMerry
