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'
And
if
not
,
'
said
Gandalf
,
'
I
will
ride
to
Lossarnach
with
Ioreth
behind
me
,
and
she
shall
take
me
to
the
woods
,
but
not
to
her
sisters
.
And
Shadowfax
shall
show
her
the
meaning
of
haste
.
'
When
Ioreth
was
gone
,
Aragorn
bade
the
other
women
to
make
water
hot
.
Then
he
took
Faramir
's
hand
in
his
,
and
laid
the
other
hand
upon
the
sick
man
's
brow
.
It
was
drenched
with
sweat
;
but
Faramir
did
not
move
or
make
any
sign
,
and
seemed
hardly
to
breathe
.
'
He
is
nearly
spent
,
'
said
Aragorn
turning
to
Gandalf
.
'
But
this
comes
not
from
the
wound
.
See
!
that
is
healing
.
Had
he
been
smitten
by
some
dart
of
the
Nazgûl
,
as
you
thought
,
he
would
have
died
that
night
.
This
hurt
was
given
by
some
Southron
arrow
,
I
would
guess
.
Who
drew
it
forth
?
Was
it
kept
?
'
'
I
drew
it
forth
,
'
said
Imrahil
,
'
and
staunched
the
wound
.
But
I
did
not
keep
the
arrow
,
for
we
had
much
to
do
.
It
was
,
as
I
remember
,
just
such
a
dart
as
the
Southrons
use
.
Yet
I
believed
that
it
came
from
the
Shadows
above
,
for
else
his
fever
and
sickness
were
not
to
be
understood
;
since
the
wound
was
not
deep
or
vital
.
How
then
do
you
read
the
matter
?
'
'
Weariness
,
grief
for
his
father
's
mood
,
a
wound
,
and
over
all
the
Black
Breath
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
He
is
a
man
of
staunch
will
,
for
already
he
had
come
close
under
the
Shadow
before
ever
he
rode
to
battle
on
the
out-walls
.
Slowly
the
dark
must
have
crept
on
him
,
even
as
he
fought
and
strove
to
hold
his
outpost
.
Would
that
I
could
have
been
here
sooner
!
'
Thereupon
the
herb-master
entered
.
'
Your
lordship
asked
for
kingsfoil
,
as
the
rustics
name
it
,
he
said
;
or
athelas
in
the
noble
tongue
,
or
to
those
who
know
somewhat
of
the
Valinorean
...
'
'
I
do
so
,
'
said
Aragorn
,
'
and
I
care
not
whether
you
say
now
asëa
aranion
or
kingsfoil
,
so
long
as
you
have
some
.
'
'
Your
pardon
lord
!
'
said
the
man
.
'
I
see
you
are
a
lore-master
,
not
merely
a
captain
of
war
.
But
alas
!
sir
,
we
do
not
keep
this
thing
in
the
Houses
of
Healing
,
where
only
the
gravely
hurt
or
sick
are
tended
.
For
it
has
no
virtue
that
we
know
of
,
save
perhaps
to
sweeten
a
fouled
air
,
or
to
drive
away
some
passing
heaviness
.
Unless
,
of
course
,
you
give
heed
to
rhymes
of
old
days
which
women
such
as
our
good
Ioreth
still
repeat
without
understanding
.
