Theoden, Son of thengel, Too long have you sat
in the shadows. I would stay still
if I were you. Hearken to me! I release you From the spell. [laughs] You have no power here, Gandalf the grey. I will draw you, saruman,
as poison is drawn from a wound. Wait. Saruman’s voice:
If I go, theoden dies. You did not kill me, You will not kill him. Rohan is mine. Be gone.