Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Passing of the Grey Company
Sowithoutlookingbacktheyrodethemountain-fields,untiltheycametoabridgeoverthegrowingtorrentandfoundaroadthatwentdownintotheland.
Lightswentoutinhouseandhamletastheycame,anddoorswereshut,andfolkthatwereafieldcriedinterrorandranwildlikehunteddeer.Everthererosethesamecryinthegatheringnight:‘TheKingoftheDead!TheKingoftheDeadiscomeuponus!’
Bellswereringingfarbelow,andallmenfledbeforethefaceofAragorn;buttheGreyCompanyintheirhasterodelikehunters,untiltheirhorseswerestumblingwithweariness.Andthus,justeremidnight,andinadarknessasblackasthecavernsinthemountains,theycameatlasttotheHillofErech.
LonghadtheterroroftheDeadlainuponthathillandupontheemptyfieldsaboutit.Foruponthetopstoodablackstone,roundasagreatglobe,theheightofaman,thoughitshalfwasburiedintheground.Unearthlyitlooked,asthoughithadfallenfromthesky,assomebelieved;butthosewhorememberedstilltheloreofWesternessetoldthatithadbeenbroughtoutoftheruinofNúmenorandtheresetbyIsildurathislanding.Noneofthepeopleofthevalleydaredtoapproachit,norwouldtheydwellnear;fortheysaidthatitwasatrysting-placeoftheShadow-men,andtheretheywouldgatherintimesoffear,throngingroundtheStoneandwhispering.
TothatStonetheCompanycameandhaltedinthedeadofnight.
