Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
Slowlytheypassedthroughtheshortheathanduplandgrass,speakingnomore,untiltheycametotheking’spavilion.ThereMerryfoundthateverythingwasmadeready,andthathehimselfwasnotforgotten.Alittletenthadbeenpitchedforhimbesidetheking’slodging;andtherehesatalone,whilemenpassedtoandfro,goingintothekingandtakingcounselwithhim.Nightcameon,andthehalf-seenheadsofthemountainswestwardwerecrownedwithstars,buttheEastwasdarkandblank.Themarchingstonesfadedslowlyfromsight,butstillbeyondthem,blackerthanthegloom,broodedthevastcrouchingshadowoftheDwimorberg.
‘ThePathsoftheDead,’hemutteredtohimself.‘ThePathsoftheDead?Whatdoesallthismean?Theyhaveallleftmenow.Theyhaveallgonetosomedoom:GandalfandPippintowarintheEast;andSamandFrodotoMordor;andStriderandLegolasandGimlitothePathsoftheDead.Butmyturnwillcomesoonenough,Isuppose.Iwonderwhattheyarealltalkingabout,andwhatthekingmeanstodo.ForImustgowherehegoesnow.’
Inthemidstofthesegloomythoughtshesuddenlyrememberedthathewasveryhungry,andhegotuptogoandseeifanyoneelseinthisstrangecampfeltthesame.Butatthatverymomentatrumpetsounded,andamancamesummoninghim,theking’sesquire,towaitattheking’sboard.
