" Tall and proud he seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried out in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before:
Arise, arise, Riders is Théoden! Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor! "