For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew…
“The world is indeed full of p e r i l and in it there are many d a r k places.”
A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you “stand, Men of the West!”
“You mean to come with me?”
“It’s going to be very dangerous, Sam. It is already dangerous. Most likely neither of us will come back.”
“If you don’t come back, sir, than I shan’t, that’s certain.”