The Two Towers. Джон Роналд Руэл Толкин

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      Sorrowfully they cast loose the funeral boat: there Boromir lay, restful, peaceful, gliding upon the bosom of the flowing water. The stream took him while they held their own boat back with their paddles. He floated by them, and slowly his boat departed, waning to a dark spot against the golden light; and then suddenly it vanished. Rauros roared on unchanging. The River had taken Boromir son of Denethor, and he was not seen again in Minas Tirith, standing as he used to stand upon the White Tower in the morning. But in Gondor in after-days it long was said that the elven-boat rode the falls and the foaming pool, and bore him down through Osgiliath, and past the many mouths of Anduin, out into the Great Sea at night under the stars.

      For a while the three companions remained silent, gazing after him. Then Aragorn spoke. ‘They will look for him from the White Tower,’ he said, ‘but he will not return from mountain or from sea.’ Then slowly he began to sing:

       Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows

       The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.

       ‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?

       Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?’

       ‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;

       I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away

       Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.

       The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.’

       ‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,

       But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.’

      Then Legolas sang:

       From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;

       The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.

       ‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

       Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’

       ‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie

       On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;

       So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.

       Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’

       ‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,

       But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.’

      Then Aragorn sang again:

       From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;

       And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.

       ‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?

       What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’

       ‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.

       His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.

       His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;

       And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.’

       ‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze

       To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’

      So they ended. Then they turned their boat and drove it with all the speed they could against the stream back to Parth Galen.

      ‘You left the East Wind to me,’ said Gimli, ‘but I will say naught of it.’

      ‘That is as it should be,’ said Aragorn. ‘In Minas Tirith they endure the East Wind, but they do not ask it for tidings. But now Boromir has taken his road, and we must make haste to choose our own.’

      He surveyed the green lawn, quickly but thoroughly, stooping often to the earth. ‘No Orcs have been on this ground,’ he said. ‘Otherwise nothing can be made out for certain. All our footprints are here, crossing and re-crossing. I cannot tell whether any of the hobbits have come back since the search for Frodo began.’ He returned to the bank, close to where the rill from the spring trickled out into the River. ‘There are some clear prints here,’ he said. ‘A hobbit waded out into the water and back; but I cannot say how long ago.’

      ‘How then do you read this riddle?’ asked Gimli.

      Aragorn did not answer at once, but went back to the camping-place and looked at the baggage. ‘Two packs are missing,’ he said, ‘and one is certainly Sam’s: it was rather large and heavy. This then is the answer: Frodo has gone by boat, and his servant has gone with him. Frodo must have returned while we were all away. I met Sam going up the hill and told him to follow me; but plainly he did not do so. He guessed his master’s mind and came back here before Frodo had gone. He did not find it easy to leave Sam behind!’

      ‘But why should he leave us behind, and without a word?’ said Gimli. ‘That was a strange deed!’

      ‘And a brave deed,’ said Aragorn. ‘Sam was right, I think. Frodo did not wish to lead any friend to death with him in Mordor. But he knew that he must go himself. Something happened after he left us that overcame his fear and doubt.’

      ‘Maybe hunting Orcs came on him and he fled,’ said Legolas.

      ‘He fled, certainly,’ said Aragorn, ‘but not, I think, from Orcs.’ What he thought was the cause of Frodo’s sudden resolve and flight Aragorn did not say. The last words of Boromir he long kept secret.

      ‘Well, so much at least is now clear,’ said Legolas: ‘Frodo is no longer on this side of the River: only he can have taken the boat. And Sam is with him; only he would have taken his pack.’

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