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'
Who
is
it
?
'
said
a
voice
.
'
What
do
you
wish
?
'
Théoden
started
.
'
I
know
that
voice
,
'
he
said
,
'
and
I
curse
the
day
when
I
first
listened
to
it
.
'
'
Go
and
fetch
Saruman
,
since
you
have
become
his
footman
,
Gríma
Wormtongue
!
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
And
do
not
waste
our
time
!
'
The
window
closed
.
They
waited
.
Suddenly
another
voice
spoke
,
low
and
melodious
,
its
very
sound
an
enchantment
.
Those
who
listened
unwarily
to
that
voice
could
seldom
report
the
words
that
they
heard
;
and
if
they
did
,
they
wondered
,
for
little
power
remained
in
them
.
Mostly
they
remembered
only
that
it
was
a
delight
to
hear
the
voice
speaking
,
all
that
it
said
seemed
wise
and
reasonable
,
and
desire
awoke
in
them
by
swift
agreement
to
seem
wise
themselves
.
When
others
spoke
they
seemed
harsh
and
uncouth
by
contrast
;
and
if
they
gainsaid
the
voice
,
anger
was
kindled
in
the
hearts
of
those
under
the
spell
.
Fur
some
the
spell
lasted
only
while
the
voice
spoke
to
them
,
and
when
it
spake
to
another
they
smiled
,
as
men
do
who
see
through
a
juggler
's
trick
while
others
gape
at
it
.
For
many
the
sound
of
the
voice
alone
was
enough
to
hold
them
enthralled
;
but
for
those
whom
it
conquered
the
spell
endured
when
they
were
far
away
.
and
ever
they
heard
that
soft
voice
whispering
and
urging
them
.
But
none
were
unmoved
;
none
rejected
its
pleas
and
its
commands
without
an
effort
of
mind
and
will
,
so
long
as
its
master
had
control
of
it
.
'
Well
?
'
it
said
now
with
gentle
question
.
'
Why
must
you
disturb
my
rest
?
Will
you
give
me
no
peace
at
all
by
night
or
day
?
'
Its
tone
was
that
of
a
kindly
heart
aggrieved
by
injuries
undeserved
.
They
looked
up
,
astonished
,
for
they
had
heard
no
sound
of
his
coming
;
and
they
saw
a
figure
standing
at
the
rail
,
looking
down
upon
them
:
an
old
man
,
swathed
in
a
great
cloak
,
the
colour
of
which
was
not
easy
to
tell
,
for
it
changed
if
they
moved
their
eyes
or
if
he
stirred
.
His
face
was
long
,
with
a
high
forehead
,
he
had
deep
darkling
eyes
,
hard
to
fathom
,
though
the
look
that
they
now
bore
was
grave
and
benevolent
,
and
a
little
weary
.
His
hair
and
beard
were
white
,
but
strands
of
black
still
showed
about
his
lips
and
ears
.
'
Like
,
and
yet
unlike
,
'
muttered
Gimli
.
'
But
come
now
,
'
said
the
soft
voice
.
'
Two
at
least
of
you
I
know
by
name
.
Gandalf
I
know
too
well
to
have
much
hope
that
he
seeks
help
or
counsel
here
.
But
you
,
Théoden
Lord
of
the
Mark
of
Rohan
are
declared
by
your
noble
devices
,
and
still
more
by
the
fair
countenance
of
the
House
of
Eorl
.
O
worthy
son
of
Thengel
the
Thrice-renowned
!
Why
have
you
not
come
before
,
and
as
a
friend
?
Much
have
I
desired
to
see
you
,
mightiest
king
of
western
lands
,
and
especially
in
these
latter
years
,
to
save
you
from
the
unwise
and
evil
counsels
that
beset
you
!
Is
it
yet
too
late
?
Despite
the
injuries
that
have
been
done
to
me
,
in
which
the
men
of
Rohan
,
alas
!
have
had
some
part
,
still
I
would
save
you
,
and
deliver
you
from
the
ruin
that
draws
nigh
inevitably
,
if
you
ride
upon
this
road
which
you
have
taken
.
Indeed
I
alone
can
aid
you
now
.
'
