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As
the
second
day
of
their
riding
drew
on
,
the
heaviness
in
the
air
increased
.
In
the
afternoon
the
dark
clouds
began
to
overtake
them
:
a
sombre
canopy
with
great
billowing
edges
flecked
with
dazzling
light
.
The
sun
went
down
,
blood-red
in
a
smoking
haze
.
The
spears
of
the
Riders
were
tipped
with
fire
as
the
last
shafts
of
light
kindled
the
steep
faces
of
the
peaks
of
Thrihyrne
:
now
very
near
they
stood
on
the
northernmost
arm
of
the
White
Mountains
,
three
jagged
horns
staring
at
the
sunset
.
In
the
last
red
glow
men
in
the
vanguard
saw
a
black
speck
,
a
horseman
riding
back
towards
them
.
They
halted
awaiting
him
.
He
came
,
a
weary
man
with
dinted
helm
and
cloven
shield
.
Slowly
he
climbed
from
his
horse
and
stood
there
a
while
gasping
.
At
length
he
spoke
.
'
Is
Éomer
here
?
'
he
asked
.
'
You
come
at
last
,
but
too
late
,
and
with
too
little
strength
.
Things
have
gone
evilly
since
Théodred
fell
.
We
were
driven
back
yesterday
over
the
Isen
with
great
loss
;
many
perished
at
the
crossing
.
Then
at
night
fresh
forces
came
over
the
river
against
our
camp
.
All
Isengard
must
be
emptied
;
and
Saruman
has
armed
the
wild
hillmen
and
herd-folk
of
Dunland
beyond
the
rivers
,
and
these
also
he
loosed
upon
us
.
We
were
overmastered
.
The
shield-wall
was
broken
.
Erkenbrand
of
Westfold
has
drawn
off
those
men
he
could
gather
towards
his
fastness
in
Helm
's
Deep
.
The
rest
are
scattered
.
'
Where
is
Éomer
?
Tell
him
there
is
no
hope
ahead
.
He
should
return
to
Edoras
before
the
wolves
of
Isengard
come
there
.
'
Théoden
had
sat
silent
,
hidden
from
the
man
's
sight
behind
his
guards
;
now
he
urged
his
horse
forward
.
'
Come
,
stand
before
me
,
Ceorl
!
'
he
said
.
'
I
am
here
.
The
last
host
of
the
Eorlingas
has
ridden
forth
.
It
will
not
return
without
battle
.
'
The
man
's
face
lightened
with
joy
and
wonder
.
He
drew
himself
up
.
Then
he
knelt
,
offering
his
notched
sword
to
the
king
.
'
Command
me
,
lord
!
'
he
cried
.
'
And
pardon
me
!
I
thought
-
'
'
You
thought
I
remained
in
Meduseld
bent
like
an
old
tree
under
winter
snow
.
So
it
was
when
you
rode
to
war
.
But
a
west
wind
has
shaken
the
boughs
,
'
said
Théoden
.
'
Give
this
man
a
fresh
horse
!
Let
us
ride
to
the
help
of
Erkenbrand
!
'
While
Théoden
was
speaking
,
Gandalf
rode
a
short
way
ahead
,
and
he
sat
there
alone
,
gazing
north
to
Isengard
and
west
to
the
setting
sun
.
Now
he
came
back
.
'
Ride
,
Théoden
!
'
he
said
.
'
Ride
to
Helm
's
Deep
!
Go
not
to
the
Fords
of
Isen
,
and
do
not
tarry
in
the
plain
!
I
must
leave
you
for
a
while
.
Shadowfax
must
bear
me
now
on
a
swift
errand
.
'
Turning
to
Aragorn
and
Éomer
and
the
men
of
the
king
's
household
,
he
cried
:
'
Keep
well
the
Lord
of
the
Mark
,
till
I
return
.
Await
me
at
Helm
's
Gate
!
Farewell
!
'
He
spoke
a
word
to
Shadowfax
,
and
like
an
arrow
from
the
bow
the
great
horse
sprang
away
.
Even
as
they
looked
he
was
gone
:
a
flash
of
silver
in
the
sunset
,
a
wind
over
the
grass
,
a
shadow
that
fled
and
passed
from
sight
.
Snowmane
snorted
and
reared
,
eager
to
follow
;
but
only
a
swift
bird
on
the
wing
could
have
overtaken
him
.
