Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
Flatsandmeadsofroughgrass,greynowinthefallingnight,layallabout,butinfrontonthefarsideofthedaleMerrysawafrowningwall,alastoutlierofthegreatrootsoftheStarkhorn,clovenbytheriverinagespast.
Onallthelevelspacestherewasgreatconcourseofmen.Somethrongedtotheroadside,hailingthekingandtheridersfromtheWestwithgladcries;butstretchingawayintothedistancebehindtherewereorderedrowsoftentsandbooths,andlinesofpicketedhorses,andgreatstoreofarms,andpiledspearsbristlinglikethicketsofnew-plantedtrees.Nowallthegreatassemblywasfallingintoshadow,andyet,thoughthenight-chillblewcoldfromtheheightsnolanternsglowed,nofireswerelit.Watchmenheavilycloakedpacedtoandfro.
MerrywonderedhowmanyRiderstherewere.Hecouldnotguesstheirnumberinthegatheringgloom,butitlookedtohimlikeagreatarmy,manythousandsstrong.Whilehewaspeeringfromsidetosidetheking’spartycameupundertheloomingcliffontheeasternsideofthevalley;andtheresuddenlythepathbegantoclimb,andMerrylookedupinamazement.Hewasonaroadthelikeofwhichhehadneverseenbefore,agreatworkofmen’shandsinyearsbeyondthereachofsong.Upwardsitwound,coilinglikeasnake,boringitswayacrossthesheerslopeofrock.Steepasastair,itloopedbackwardsandforwardsasitclimbed.Upithorsescouldwalk,andwainscouldbeslowlyhauled;butnoenemycouldcomethatway,exceptoutoftheair,ifitwasdefendedfromabove.
