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When
the
black
breath
blows
and
death
's
shadow
grows
and
all
lights
pass
,
come
athelas
!
come
athelas
!
Life
to
the
dying
In
the
king
's
hand
lying
!
It
is
but
a
doggrel
,
I
fear
,
garbled
in
the
memory
of
old
wives
.
Its
meaning
I
leave
to
your
judgement
,
if
indeed
it
has
any
.
But
old
folk
still
use
an
infusion
of
the
herb
for
headaches
.
'
'
Then
in
the
name
of
the
king
,
go
and
find
some
old
man
of
less
lore
and
more
wisdom
who
keeps
some
in
his
house
!
'
cried
Gandalf
.
Now
Aragorn
knelt
beside
Faramir
,
and
held
a
hand
upon
his
brow
.
And
those
that
watched
felt
that
some
great
struggle
was
going
on
.
For
Aragorn
's
face
grew
grey
with
weariness
;
and
ever
and
anon
he
called
the
name
of
Faramir
,
but
each
time
more
faintly
to
their
hearing
,
as
if
Aragorn
himself
was
removed
from
them
,
and
walked
afar
in
some
dark
vale
,
calling
for
one
that
was
lost
.
And
at
last
Bergil
came
running
in
,
and
he
bore
six
leaves
in
a
cloth
.
'
It
is
kingsfoil
,
Sir
,
'
he
said
;
'
but
not
fresh
,
I
fear
.
It
must
have
been
culled
two
weeks
ago
at
the
least
.
I
hope
it
will
serve
,
Sir
?
'
Then
looking
at
Faramir
he
burst
into
tears
.
