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'
What
does
that
mean
?
'
said
one
of
the
guard
to
Háma
.
'
That
Gandalf
Greyhame
has
need
of
haste
,
'
answered
Háma
.
'
Ever
he
goes
and
comes
unlooked-for
:
'
'
Wormtongue
,
were
he
here
,
would
not
find
it
hard
to
explain
'S
aid
the
other
.
'
True
enough
,
'
said
Háma
;
'
but
for
myself
,
I
will
wait
until
I
see
Gandalf
again
.
'
'M
aybe
you
will
wait
long
,
'
said
the
other
.
The
host
turned
away
now
from
the
road
to
the
Fords
of
Isen
and
bent
their
course
southward
.
Night
fell
,
and
still
they
rode
on
.
The
hills
drew
near
,
but
the
tall
peaks
of
Thrihyrne
were
already
dim
against
the
darkening
sky
.
Still
some
miles
away
,
on
the
far
side
of
the
Westfold
Vale
,
lay
a
green
coomb
,
a
great
bay
in
the
mountains
,
out
of
which
a
gorge
opened
in
the
hills
.
Men
of
that
land
called
it
Helm
's
Deep
,
after
a
hero
of
old
wars
who
had
made
his
refuge
there
.
Ever
steeper
and
narrower
it
wound
inward
from
the
north
under
the
shadow
of
the
Thrihyrne
,
till
the
crow-haunted
cliffs
rose
like
mighty
towers
on
either
side
,
shutting
out
the
light
.
At
Helm
's
Gate
,
before
the
mouth
of
the
Deep
,
there
was
a
heel
of
rock
thrust
outward
by
the
northern
cliff
.
There
upon
its
spur
stood
high
walls
of
ancient
stone
,
and
within
them
was
a
lofty
tower
.
Men
said
that
in
the
far-off
days
of
the
glory
of
Gondor
the
sea-kings
had
built
here
this
fastness
with
the
hands
of
giants
.
The
Hornburg
it
was
called
,
for
a
trumpet
sounded
upon
the
tower
echoed
in
the
Deep
behind
,
as
if
armies
long-forgotten
were
issuing
to
war
from
caves
beneath
the
hills
.
A
wall
,
too
,
the
men
of
old
had
made
from
the
Hornburg
to
the
southern
cliff
,
barring
the
entrance
to
the
gorge
.
Beneath
it
by
a
wide
culvert
the
Deeping-stream
passed
out
.
About
the
feet
of
the
Hornrock
it
wound
,
and
flowed
then
in
a
gully
through
the
midst
of
a
wide
green
gore
,
sloping
gently
down
from
Helm
's
Gate
to
Helm
's
Dike
.
Thence
it
fell
into
the
Deeping-coomb
and
out
into
the
Westfold
Vale
.
There
in
the
Hornburg
at
Helm
's
Gate
Erkenbrand
,
master
of
Westfold
on
the
borders
of
the
Mark
,
now
dwelt
.
As
the
days
darkened
with
threat
of
war
,
being
wise
,
he
had
repaired
the
wall
and
made
the
fastness
strong
.
The
Riders
were
still
in
the
low
valley
before
the
mouth
of
the
Coomb
,
when
cries
and
hornblasts
were
heard
from
their
scouts
that
went
in
front
.
Out
of
the
darkness
arrows
whistled
.
Swiftly
a
scout
rode
back
and
reported
that
wolf-riders
were
abroad
in
the
valley
,
and
that
a
host
of
Orcs
and
wild
men
were
hurrying
southward
from
the
Fords
of
Isen
and
seemed
to
be
making
for
Helm
's
Deep
.
'
We
have
found
many
of
our
folk
lying
slain
as
they
fled
thither
,
'
said
the
scout
.
'
And
we
have
met
scattered
companies
,
going
this
way
and
that
,
leaderless
.
What
has
become
of
Erkenbrand
none
seem
to
know
.
It
is
likely
that
he
will
be
overtaken
ere
he
can
reach
Helm
's
Gate
,
if
he
has
not
already
perished
.
'
