The halls of the Ariga, deep beneath the mountains, rang with joyful sounds such as had not been heard in two thousand years.

Two thousand voices shouted, the halls ringing with it, "Triumph!"

The hall rang with the voices of her men, sharing stories with Theon's own as they drank together.

The hall rang with music and laughter, though the cold winds were rising outside.

The hall rang with the savage cheering of Betelgeuse's masters.

The empty halls would again ring with laughter and love as they once had when countless people called the Keep home.

And the halls of plastic America rang with the laughter of heroes.

Jim did likewise, stood, and in moments the entire hall rang with a standing ovation for Kor.

The hall rang and echoed with his accusation.

Its halls would never ring with that dramatic cry, "Stop press!"