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But
Gandalf
sprang
up
the
steps
,
and
the
men
fell
back
from
him
and
covered
their
eyes
;
for
his
coming
was
like
the
incoming
of
a
white
light
into
a
dark
place
,
and
he
came
with
great
anger
.
He
lifted
up
his
hand
,
and
in
the
very
stroke
,
the
sword
of
Denethor
flew
up
and
left
his
grasp
and
fell
behind
him
in
the
shadows
of
the
house
;
and
Denethor
stepped
backward
before
Gandalf
as
one
amazed
.
'
What
is
this
,
my
lord
?
'
said
the
wizard
.
'
The
houses
of
the
dead
are
no
places
for
the
living
.
And
why
do
men
fight
here
in
the
Hallows
when
there
is
war
enough
before
the
Gate
?
Or
has
our
Enemy
come
even
to
Rath
Dínen
?
'
'
Since
when
has
the
Lord
of
Gondor
been
answerable
to
thee
?
'
said
Denethor
.
'
Or
may
I
not
command
my
own
servants
?
'
'
You
may
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
But
others
may
contest
your
will
,
when
it
is
turned
to
madness
and
evil
.
Where
is
your
son
,
Faramir
?
'
'
He
lies
within
,
'
said
Denethor
,
'
burning
,
already
burning
.
They
have
set
a
fire
in
his
flesh
.
But
soon
all
shall
be
burned
.
The
West
has
failed
.
It
shall
all
go
up
in
a
great
fire
,
and
all
shall
be
ended
.
Ash
!
Ash
and
smoke
blown
away
on
the
wind
!
'
Then
Gandalf
seeing
the
madness
that
was
on
him
feared
that
he
had
already
done
some
evil
deed
,
and
he
thrust
forward
,
with
Beregond
and
Pippin
behind
him
,
while
Denethor
gave
back
until
he
stood
beside
the
table
within
.
But
there
they
found
Faramir
,
still
dreaming
in
his
fever
,
lying
upon
the
table
.
Wood
was
piled
under
it
,
and
high
all
about
it
,
and
all
was
drenched
with
oil
,
even
the
garments
of
Faramir
and
the
coverlets
;
but
as
yet
no
fire
had
been
set
to
the
fuel
.
Then
Gandalf
revealed
the
strength
that
lay
hid
in
him
;
even
as
the
light
of
his
power
was
hidden
under
his
grey
mantle
.
He
leaped
up
on
to
the
faggots
,
and
raising
the
sick
man
lightly
he
sprang
down
again
,
and
bore
him
towards
the
door
.
But
as
he
did
so
Faramir
moaned
and
called
on
his
father
in
his
dream
.
Denethor
started
as
one
waking
from
a
trance
,
and
the
flame
died
in
his
eyes
,
and
he
wept
;
and
he
said
:
'
Do
not
take
my
son
from
me
!
He
calls
for
me
.
'
'
He
calls
,
'
said
Gandalf
,
'
but
you
can
not
come
to
him
yet
.
For
he
must
seek
healing
on
the
threshold
of
death
,
and
maybe
find
it
not
.
Whereas
your
part
is
to
go
out
to
the
battle
of
your
City
,
where
maybe
death
awaits
you
.
This
you
know
in
your
heart
.
'
'
He
will
not
wake
again
,
'
said
Denethor
.
'
Battle
is
vain
.
Why
should
we
wish
to
live
longer
?
Why
should
we
not
go
to
death
side
by
side
?
'
