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'S
ee
here
,
Captain
!
'
He
planted
himself
squarely
in
front
of
Faramir
his
hands
on
his
hips
,
and
a
look
on
his
face
as
if
he
was
addressing
a
young
hobbit
who
had
offered
him
what
he
called
'
sauce
'
when
questioned
about
visits
to
the
orchard
.
There
was
some
murmuring
,
but
also
some
grins
on
the
faces
of
the
men
looking
on
:
the
sight
of
their
Captain
sitting
on
the
ground
and
eye
to
eye
with
a
young
hobbit
,
legs
well
apart
,
bristling
with
wrath
,
was
one
beyond
their
experience
.
'
See
here
!
'
he
said
.
'
What
are
you
driving
at
?
Let
's
come
to
the
point
before
all
the
Orcs
of
Mordor
come
down
on
us
!
If
you
think
my
master
murdered
this
Boromir
and
then
ran
away
,
you
've
got
no
sense
;
but
say
it
,
and
have
done
!
And
then
let
us
know
what
you
mean
to
do
about
it
.
But
it
's
a
pity
that
folk
as
talk
about
fighting
the
Enemy
ca
n't
let
others
do
their
bit
in
their
own
way
without
interfering
.
He
'd
be
mighty
pleased
,
if
he
could
see
you
now
.
Think
he
'd
got
a
new
friend
,
he
would
.
'
'
Patience
!
'
said
Faramir
,
but
without
anger
.
'
Do
not
speak
before
your
master
,
whose
wit
is
greater
than
yours
.
And
I
do
not
need
any
to
teach
me
of
our
peril
.
Even
so
,
I
spare
a
brief
time
,
in
order
to
judge
justly
in
a
hard
matter
.
Were
I
as
hasty
as
you
,
I
might
have
slain
you
long
ago
.
For
I
am
commanded
to
slay
all
whom
I
find
in
this
land
without
the
leave
of
the
Lord
of
Gondor
.
But
I
do
not
slay
man
or
beast
needlessly
,
and
not
gladly
even
when
it
is
needed
.
Neither
do
I
talk
in
vain
.
So
be
comforted
.
Sit
by
your
master
,
and
be
silent
!
'
Sam
sat
down
heavily
with
a
red
face
.
Faramir
turned
to
Frodo
again
:
'
You
asked
how
do
I
know
that
the
son
of
Denethor
is
dead
.
Tidings
of
death
have
many
wings
.
Night
oft
brings
news
to
near
kindred
,
'
tis
said
.
Boromir
was
my
brother
.
'
A
shadow
of
sorrow
passed
over
his
face
.
'
Do
you
remember
aught
of
special
mark
that
the
Lord
Boromir
bore
with
him
among
his
gear
?
'
Frodo
thought
for
a
moment
,
fearing
some
further
trap
,
and
wondering
how
this
debate
would
turn
in
the
end
.
He
had
hardly
saved
the
Ring
from
the
proud
grasp
of
Boromir
,
and
how
he
would
fare
now
among
so
many
men
,
warlike
and
strong
,
he
did
not
know
.
Yet
he
felt
in
his
heart
that
Faramir
,
though
he
was
much
like
his
brother
in
looks
,
was
a
man
less
self-regarding
,
both
sterner
and
wiser
.
'
I
remember
that
Boromir
bore
a
horn
,
'
he
said
at
last
.
'
You
remember
well
,
and
as
one
who
has
in
truth
seen
him
,
'
said
Faramir
.
'
Then
maybe
you
can
see
it
in
your
mind
's
eye
:
a
great
horn
of
the
wild
ox
of
the
East
,
bound
with
silver
,
and
written
with
ancient
characters
.
That
horn
the
eldest
son
of
our
house
has
borne
for
many
generations
;
and
it
is
said
that
if
it
be
blown
at
need
anywhere
within
the
bounds
of
Gondor
,
as
the
realm
was
of
old
,
its
voice
will
not
pass
unheeded
.
'
Five
days
ere
I
set
out
on
this
venture
,
eleven
days
ago
at
about
this
hour
of
the
day
,
I
heard
the
blowing
of
that
horn
:
from
the
northward
it
seemed
,
but
dim
,
as
if
it
were
but
an
echo
in
the
mind
.
A
boding
of
ill
we
thought
it
,
my
father
and
I
,
for
no
tidings
had
we
heard
of
Boromir
since
he
went
away
,
and
no
watcher
on
our
borders
had
seen
him
pass
.
And
on
the
third
night
after
another
and
a
stranger
thing
befell
me
.
'
I
sat
at
night
by
the
waters
of
Anduin
,
in
the
grey
dark
under
the
young
pale
moon
,
watching
the
ever-moving
stream
;
and
the
sad
reeds
were
rustling
.
So
do
we
ever
watch
the
shores
nigh
Osgiliath
,
which
our
enemies
now
partly
hold
,
and
issue
from
it
to
harry
our
lands
.
But
that
night
all
the
world
slept
at
the
midnight
hour
.
Then
I
saw
,
or
it
seemed
that
I
saw
,
a
boat
floating
on
the
water
,
glimmering
grey
,
a
small
boat
of
a
strange
fashion
with
a
high
prow
.
and
there
was
none
to
row
or
steer
it
.
'
An
awe
fell
on
me
,
for
a
pale
light
was
round
it
.
But
I
rose
and
went
to
the
bank
,
and
began
to
walk
out
into
the
stream
,
for
I
was
drawn
towards
it
.
Then
the
boat
turned
towards
me
,
and
stayed
its
pace
,
and
floated
slowly
by
within
my
hand
's
reach
,
yet
I
durst
not
handle
it
.
