Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
ThosewhodaredtofollowthatroadcamesoontotheblackDimholtunderDwimorberg,andthemenaceofthepillarofstone,andtheyawningshadowoftheforbiddendoor.
SuchwasthedarkDunharrow,theworkoflong-forgottenmen.Theirnamewaslostandnosongorlegendrememberedit.Forwhatpurposetheyhadmadethisplace,asatownorsecrettempleoratombofkings,nonecouldsay.HeretheylabouredintheDarkYears,beforeeverashipcametothewesternshores,orGondoroftheDúnedainwasbuilt;andnowtheyhadvanished,andonlytheoldPúkel-menwereleft,stillsittingattheturningsoftheroad.
Merrystaredatthelinesofmarchingstones:theywerewornandblack;somewereleaning,somewerefallen,somecrackedorbroken;theylookedlikerowsofoldandhungryteeth.Hewonderedwhattheycouldbe,andhehopedthatthekingwasnotgoingtofollowthemintothedarknessbeyond.Thenhesawthattherewereclustersoftentsandboothsoneithersideofthestonyway;butthesewerenotsetnearthetrees,andseemedrathertohuddleawayfromthemtowardsthebrinkofthecliff.Thegreaternumberwereontheright,wheretheFirienfeldwaswider;andonthelefttherewasasmallercamp,inthemidstofwhichstoodatallpavilion.Fromthissidearidernowcameouttomeetthem,andtheyturnedfromtheroad.
AstheydrewnearMerrysawthattheriderwasawomanwithlongbraidedhairgleaminginthetwilight,yetsheworeahelmandwascladtothewaistlikeawarriorandgirdedwithasword.
‘Hail,LordoftheMark!’shecried.
