Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
‘Nay,myson,forsoIwillcallyou,speaknotthesoftwordsofWormtongueinmyoldears!’Hedrewhimselfupandlookedbackatthelonglineofhismenfadingintotheduskbehind.‘LongyearsinthespaceofdaysitseemssinceIrodewest;butneverwillIleanonastaffagain.Ifthewarislost,whatgoodwillbemyhidinginthehills?Andifitiswon,whatgriefwillitbe,evenifIfall,spendingmylaststrength?Butwewillleavethisnow.TonightIwilllieintheHoldofDunharrow.Oneeveningofpeaceatleastisleftus.Letusrideon!’
Inthedeepeningdusktheycamedownintothevalley.HeretheSnowbournflowedneartothewesternwallsofthedale,andsoonthepathledthemtoafordwheretheshallowwatersmurmuredloudlyonthestones.Thefordwasguarded.Asthekingapproachedmanymensprangupoutoftheshadowoftherocks;andwhentheysawthekingtheycriedwithgladvoices:‘ThéodenKing!ThéodenKing!TheKingoftheMarkreturns!’
Thenoneblewalongcallonahorn.Itechoedinthevalley.Otherhornsansweredit,andlightsshoneoutacrosstheriver.
Andsuddenlythereroseagreatchorusoftrumpetsfromhighabove,soundingfromsomehollowplace,asitseemed,thatgatheredtheirnotesintoonevoiceandsentitrollingandbeatingonthewallsofstone.
SotheKingoftheMarkcamebackvictoriousoutoftheWesttoDunharrowbeneaththefeetoftheWhiteMountains.
