Gl Ulfur!
Whoever he is
And who are you?
A just question my liege.
Late is the hour that this conjurer chooses to appear, lathspell I name him; ill news is an ill guest!!
Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!
Théoden, Son of Théngel. Too long have you sat in the shadows.
Harken to me! I release you from the spell.