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They
turned
out
of
the
lane
that
ran
between
tall
houses
and
the
outer
wall
of
the
fourth
circle
,
and
they
regained
the
main
street
climbing
up
to
the
Citadel
.
Step
by
step
they
went
,
while
Merry
swayed
and
murmured
as
one
in
sleep
.
'
I
'll
never
get
him
there
,
'
thought
Pippin
.
'
Is
there
no
one
to
help
me
?
I
ca
n't
leave
him
here
.
'
Just
then
to
his
surprise
a
boy
came
running
up
behind
,
and
as
he
passed
he
recognized
Bergil
Beregond
's
son
.
'
Hullo
,
Bergil
!
'
he
called
.
'
Where
are
you
going
?
Glad
to
see
you
again
,
and
still
alive
!
'
'
I
am
running
errands
for
the
Healers
,
'
said
Bergil
.
'
I
can
not
stay
.
'
'
Do
n't
!
'
said
Pippin
.
'
But
tell
them
up
there
that
I
have
a
sick
hobbit
,
a
perian
mind
you
,
come
from
the
battle-field
.
I
do
n't
think
he
can
walk
so
far
.
If
Mithrandir
is
there
,
he
will
be
glad
of
the
message
.
'
Bergil
ran
on
.
'
I
'd
better
wait
here
,
'
thought
Pippin
.
So
he
let
Merry
sink
gently
down
on
to
the
pavement
in
a
patch
of
sunlight
,
and
then
he
sat
down
beside
him
,
laying
Merry
's
head
in
his
lap
.
He
felt
his
body
and
limbs
gently
,
and
took
his
friend
's
hands
in
his
own
.
The
right
hand
felt
icy
to
the
touch
.
It
was
not
long
before
Gandalf
himself
came
in
search
of
them
.
He
stooped
over
Merry
and
caressed
his
brow
;
then
he
lifted
him
carefully
.
'
He
should
have
been
borne
in
honour
into
this
city
,
'
he
said
.
'
He
has
well
repaid
my
trust
;
for
if
Elrond
had
not
yielded
to
me
,
neither
of
you
would
have
set
out
;
and
then
far
more
grievous
would
the
evils
of
this
day
have
been
.
'
He
sighed
.
'
And
yet
here
is
another
charge
on
my
hands
,
while
all
the
time
the
battle
hangs
in
the
balance
.
'
So
at
last
Faramir
and
Éowyn
and
Meriadoc
were
laid
in
beds
in
the
Houses
of
Healing
;
and
there
they
were
tended
well
.
For
though
all
lore
was
in
these
latter
days
fallen
from
its
fullness
of
old
,
the
leechcraft
of
Gondor
was
still
wise
,
and
skilled
in
the
healing
of
wound
and
hurt
,
and
all
such
sickness
as
east
of
the
Sea
mortal
men
were
subject
to
.
Save
old
age
only
.
For
that
they
had
found
no
cure
;
and
indeed
the
span
of
their
lives
had
now
waned
to
little
more
than
that
of
other
men
,
and
those
among
them
who
passed
the
tale
of
five
score
years
with
vigour
were
grown
few
,
save
in
some
houses
of
purer
blood
.
But
now
their
art
and
knowledge
were
baffled
;
for
there
were
many
sick
of
a
malady
that
would
not
be
healed
;
and
they
called
it
the
Black
Shadow
,
for
it
came
from
the
Nazgûl
.
And
those
who
were
stricken
with
it
fell
slowly
into
an
ever
deeper
dream
,
and
then
passed
to
silence
and
a
deadly
cold
,
and
so
died
.
And
it
seemed
to
the
tenders
of
the
sick
that
on
the
Halfling
and
on
the
Lady
of
Rohan
this
malady
lay
heavily
.
Still
at
whiles
as
the
morning
wore
away
they
would
speak
,
murmuring
in
their
dreams
;
and
the
watchers
listened
to
all
that
they
said
,
hoping
perhaps
to
learn
something
that
would
help
them
to
understand
their
hurts
.
But
soon
they
began
to
fall
down
into
the
darkness
,
and
as
the
sun
turned
west
a
grey
shadow
crept
over
their
faces
.
But
Faramir
burned
with
a
fever
that
would
not
abate
.
