Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
‘Myheartisgladatyourreturning.’
‘Andyou,Éowyn,’saidThéoden,‘isallwellwithyou?’
‘Alliswell,’sheanswered;yetitseemedtoMerrythathervoicebeliedher,andhewouldhavethoughtthatshehadbeenweeping,ifthatcouldbebelievedofonesosternofface.‘Alliswell.Itwasawearyroadforthepeopletotake,tornsuddenlyfromtheirhomes.Therewerehardwords,foritislongsincewarhasdrivenusfromthegreenfields;buttherehavebeennoevildeeds.Allisnowordered,asyousee.Andyourlodgingispreparedforyou;forIhavehadfulltidingsofyouandknewthehourofyourcoming.’
‘SoAragornhascomethen,’saidÉomer.‘Ishestillhere?’
‘No,heisgone,’saidÉowynturningawayandlookingatthemountainsdarkagainsttheEastandSouth.
‘Whitherdidhego?’askedÉomer.
‘Idonotknow,’sheanswered.‘Hecameatnight,androdeawayyestermorn,eretheSunhadclimbedoverthemountain-tops.Heisgone.’
‘Youaregrieved,daughter,’saidThéoden.‘Whathashappened?Tellme,didhespeakofthatroad?’HepointedawayalongthedarkeninglinesofstonestowardstheDwimorberg.‘OfthePathsoftheDead?’
‘Yes,lord,’saidÉowyn.‘Andhehaspassedintotheshadowsfromwhichnonehavereturned.Icouldnotdissuadehim.Heisgone.’
‘Thenourpathsaresundered,’saidÉomer.‘Heislost.Wemustridewithouthim,andourhopedwindles.’
