Part 3059 of 5200 from book32
Out from the White Towerbook58 they walked as if to a funeral out into the darkness where the overhanging cloud was lit beneath with flickers of dull red. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.book30 He halted and held up a long pale sword. Ever since the middle night the great assault had gone on. Then the Black Captain rose in his stirrups and cried aloud in a dreadful voice speaking in some forgotten tongue words of power and terror to rend both heart and stone. Grond crawled on. All before the walls on either side of the Gate the ground was choked with wreck and with bodies of the slain yet still driven as by a madness more and more came up.... more