There stood the king, dark against a narrow window, looking out upon the vale.

A strong place and wonderful was Isengard, and long it had been beautiful; and there great lords had dwelt, the wardens of Gondor upon the West, and wise men that watched the stars. But Saruman had slowly shaped it into his shifting purpose...

Saruman could look like me in your eyes, if it suited his purpose with you. And are yet you wise enough to detect all his counterfeits?

Behold, I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed. I am Gandalf the White, who has returned from death.