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He
turned
his
dark
eyes
on
Gandalf
,
and
now
Pippin
saw
a
likeness
between
the
two
,
and
he
felt
the
strain
between
them
,
almost
as
if
he
saw
a
line
of
smouldering
fire
,
drawn
from
eye
to
eye
,
that
might
suddenly
burst
into
flame
.
Denethor
looked
indeed
much
more
like
a
great
wizard
than
Gandalf
did
,
more
kingly
,
beautiful
,
and
powerful
;
and
older
.
Yet
by
a
sense
other
than
sight
Pippin
perceived
that
Gandalf
had
the
greater
power
and
the
deeper
wisdom
,
and
a
majesty
that
was
veiled
.
And
he
was
older
,
far
older
.
'
How
much
older
?
'
he
wondered
,
and
then
he
thought
how
odd
it
was
that
he
had
never
thought
about
it
before
.
Treebeard
had
said
something
about
wizards
,
but
even
then
he
had
not
thought
of
Gandalf
as
one
of
them
.
What
was
Gandalf
?
In
what
far
time
and
place
did
he
come
into
the
world
,
and
when
would
he
leave
it
?
And
then
his
musings
broke
off
,
and
he
saw
that
Denethor
and
Gandalf
still
looked
each
other
in
the
eye
,
as
if
reading
the
other
's
mind
.
But
it
was
Denethor
who
first
withdrew
his
gaze
.
'
Yea
,
'
he
said
;
'
for
though
the
Stones
be
lost
,
they
say
,
still
the
lords
of
Gondor
have
keener
sight
than
lesser
men
,
and
many
messages
come
to
them
.
But
sit
now
!
'
Then
men
came
bearing
a
chair
and
a
low
stool
,
and
one
brought
a
salver
with
a
silver
flagon
and
cups
,
and
white
cakes
.
Pippin
sat
down
,
but
he
could
not
take
his
eyes
from
the
old
lord
.
Was
it
so
,
or
had
he
only
imagined
it
,
that
as
he
spoke
of
the
Stones
a
sudden
gleam
of
his
eye
had
glanced
upon
Pippin
's
face
?
'
Now
tell
me
your
tale
,
my
liege
,
'
said
Denethor
,
half
kindly
;
half
mockingly
.
'
For
the
words
of
one
whom
my
son
so
befriended
will
be
welcome
indeed
.
'
Pippin
never
forgot
that
hour
in
the
great
hall
under
the
piercing
eye
of
the
Lord
of
Gondor
,
stabbed
ever
and
anon
by
his
shrewd
questions
,
and
all
the
while
conscious
of
Gandalf
at
his
side
,
watching
and
listening
,
and
(
so
Pippin
felt
)
holding
in
check
a
rising
wrath
and
impatience
.
When
the
hour
was
over
and
Denethor
again
rang
the
gong
,
Pippin
felt
worn
out
.
'
It
can
not
be
more
than
nine
o'clock
,
'
he
thought
.
'
I
could
now
eat
three
breakfasts
on
end
.
'
'
Lead
the
Lord
Mithrandir
to
the
housing
prepared
for
him
,
'
said
Denethor
,
'
and
his
companion
may
lodge
with
him
for
the
present
,
if
he
will
.
But
be
it
known
that
I
have
now
sworn
him
to
my
service
,
and
he
shall
be
known
as
Peregrin
son
of
Paladin
and
taught
the
lesser
pass-words
.
Send
word
to
the
Captains
that
they
shall
wait
on
me
here
,
as
soon
as
may
be
after
the
third
hour
has
rung
.
'
And
you
,
my
Lord
Mithrandir
,
shall
come
too
,
as
and
when
you
will
.
None
shall
hinder
your
coming
to
me
at
any
time
,
save
only
in
my
brief
hours
of
sleep
.
Let
your
wrath
at
an
old
man
's
folly
run
off
and
then
return
to
my
comfort
!
'
'
Folly
?
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
Nay
,
my
lord
,
when
you
are
a
dotard
you
will
die
.
You
can
use
even
your
grief
as
a
cloak
.
Do
you
think
that
I
do
not
understand
your
purpose
in
questioning
for
an
hour
one
who
knows
the
least
,
while
I
sit
by
?
'
