|
Merry: 'Oh, Pippin! It is glorious - there is a whole world contained in here & I gaze down upon it as a God!'
Pippin: 'Do not speak so! The Gods are ever listening, ever ready to strike down the proud!
Merry: 'But it is glorious - there are palaces, meads; great kings lead their armies into battle to strike down their foes into the dust!'
Pippin: 'Speak on - what else do you see (though I fear the just wrath of the Gods for asking!).
Merry: 'Mountains & seas, great forests & lonely crags! Wild kine & flittermice! Horses race upon the plains beneath a gibbous moon!'
Pippin: 'Horses! Cast the accursed thing from you!'
Merry: 'Ah! Ah! I cannot! They hold me with their eyes!'
Pippin: 'All is lost!' (Sits by the dead fire & casts ashes upon his head...)
|