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'
Now
I
understand
what
seemed
so
strange
to
me
!
'
said
Pippin
shuddering
at
his
memories
as
he
spoke
.
'
The
Lord
went
away
from
the
room
where
Faramir
lay
;
and
it
was
only
when
he
returned
that
I
first
thought
he
was
changed
,
old
and
broken
.
'
'
It
was
in
the
very
hour
that
Faramir
was
brought
to
the
Tower
that
many
of
us
saw
a
strange
light
in
the
topmost
chamber
,
'
said
Beregond
.
'
But
we
have
seen
that
light
before
,
and
it
has
long
been
rumoured
in
the
City
,
that
the
Lord
would
at
times
wrestle
in
thought
with
his
Enemy
.
'
'
Alas
!
then
I
have
guessed
rightly
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
Thus
the
will
of
Sauron
entered
into
Minas
Tirith
;
and
thus
I
have
been
delayed
here
.
And
here
I
shall
still
be
forced
to
remain
,
for
I
shall
soon
have
other
charges
,
not
Faramir
only
.
'
Now
I
must
go
down
to
meet
those
who
come
.
I
have
seen
a
sight
upon
the
field
that
is
very
grievous
to
my
heart
,
and
greater
sorrow
may
yet
come
to
pass
.
Come
with
me
,
Pippin
!
But
you
,
Beregond
,
should
return
to
the
Citadel
and
tell
the
chief
of
the
Guard
there
what
has
befallen
.
It
will
be
his
duty
,
I
fear
,
to
withdraw
you
from
the
Guard
;
but
say
to
him
that
,
if
I
may
give
him
counsel
,
you
should
be
sent
to
the
Houses
of
Healing
,
to
be
the
guard
and
servant
of
your
captain
,
and
to
be
at
his
side
when
he
awakes
-
if
that
shall
ever
be
again
.
For
by
you
he
was
saved
from
the
fire
Go
now
!
I
shall
return
soon
.
'
With
that
he
turned
away
and
went
with
Pippin
down
towards
the
lower
city
.
And
even
as
they
hastened
on
their
way
the
wind
brought
a
grey
rain
,
and
all
the
fires
sank
,
and
there
arose
a
great
smoke
before
them
.
A
mist
was
in
Merry
's
eyes
of
tears
and
weariness
when
they
drew
near
the
ruined
Gate
of
Minas
Tirith
.
He
gave
little
heed
to
the
wreck
and
slaughter
that
lay
about
all
.
Fire
and
smoke
and
stench
was
in
the
air
;
for
many
engines
had
been
burned
or
cast
into
the
fire-pits
,
and
many
of
the
slain
also
,
while
here
and
there
lay
many
carcases
of
the
great
Southron
monsters
,
half-burned
,
or
broken
by
stone-cast
,
or
shot
through
the
eyes
by
the
valiant
archers
of
Morthond
.
The
flying
rain
had
ceased
for
a
time
,
and
the
sun
gleamed
up
above
;
but
all
the
lower
city
was
still
wrapped
in
a
smouldering
reek
.
Already
men
were
labouring
to
clear
a
way
through
the
jetsam
of
battle
;
and
now
out
from
the
Gate
came
some
bearing
litters
.
Gently
they
laid
Éowyn
upon
soft
pillows
;
but
the
king
's
body
they
covered
with
a
great
cloth
of
gold
,
and
they
bore
torches
about
him
,
and
their
flames
,
pale
in
the
sunlight
,
were
fluttered
by
the
wind
.
So
Théoden
and
Éowyn
came
to
the
City
of
Gondor
,
and
all
who
saw
them
bared
their
heads
and
bowed
;
and
they
passed
through
the
ash
and
fume
of
the
burned
circle
,
and
went
on
and
up
along
the
streets
of
stone
.
To
Merry
the
ascent
seemed
agelong
,
a
meaningless
journey
in
a
hateful
dream
,
going
on
and
on
to
some
dim
ending
that
memory
can
not
seize
.
Slowly
the
lights
of
the
torches
in
front
of
him
flickered
and
went
out
,
and
he
was
walking
in
a
darkness
;
and
he
thought
:
'
This
is
a
tunnel
leading
to
a
tomb
;
there
we
shall
stay
forever
.
'
But
suddenly
into
his
dream
there
fell
a
living
voice
.
