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She

did

not

stir

,

but

now

she

began

again

to

breathe

deeply

,

so

that

her

breast

rose

and

fell

beneath

the

white

linen

of

the

sheet

.

Once

more

Aragorn

bruised

two

leaves

of

athelas

and

cast

them

into

steaming

water

;

and

he

laved

her

brow

with

it

,

and

her

right

arm

lying

cold

and

nerveless

on

the

coverlet

.

Then

,

whether

Aragorn

had

indeed

some

forgotten

power

of

Westernesse

,

or

whether

it

was

but

his

words

of

the

Lady

Éowyn

that

wrought

on

them

,

as

the

sweet

influence

of

the

herb

stole

about

the

chamber

it

seemed

to

those

who

stood

by

that

a

keen

wind

blew

through

the

window

,

and

it

bore

no

scent

,

but

was

an

air

wholly

fresh

and

clean

and

young

,

as

if

it

had

not

before

been

breathed

by

any

living

thing

and

came

new-made

from

snowy

mountains

high

beneath

a

dome

of

stars

,

or

from

shores

of

silver

far

away

washed

by

seas

of

foam

.

'

Awake

,

Éowyn

,

Lady

of

Rohan

!

'

said

Aragorn

again

,

and

he

took

her

right

hand

in

his

and

felt

it

warm

with

life

returning

.

'

Awake

!

The

shadow

is

gone

and

all

darkness

is

washed

clean

!

'

Then

he

laid

her

hand

in

Éomer

's

and

stepped

away

.

'

Call

her

!

'

he

said

,

and

he

passed

silently

from

the

chamber

.

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'

Éowyn

,

Éowyn

!

'

cried

Éomer

amid

his

tears

.

But

she

opened

her

eyes

and

said

:

'

Éomer

!

What

joy

is

this

?

For

they

said

that

you

were

slain

.

Nay

,

but

that

was

only

the

dark

voices

in

my

dream

.

How

long

have

I

been

dreaming

?

'

'

Not

long

,

my

sister

,

'

said

Éomer

.

'

But

think

no

more

on

it

!

'

'

I

am

strangely

weary

,

'

she

said

.

'

I

must

rest

a

little

.

But

tell

me

,

what

of

the

Lord

of

the

Mark

?

Alas

!

Do

not

tell

me

that

that

was

a

dream

for

I

know

that

it

was

not

.

He

is

dead

as

he

foresaw

.

'

'

He

is

dead

,

'

said

Éomer

,

'

but

he

bade

me

say

farewell

to

Éowyn

dearer

than

daughter

.

He

lies

now

in

great

honour

in

the

Citadel

of

Gondor

.

'

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'

That

is

grievous

,

'

she

said

.

'

And

yet

it

is

good

beyond

all

that

I

dared

hope

in

the

dark

days

,

when

it

seemed

that

the

House

of

Eorl

was

sunk

in

honour

less

than

any

shepherd

's

cot

.

And

what

of

the

king

's

esquire

,

the

Halfling

?

Éomer

,

you

shall

make

him

a

knight

of

the

Riddermark

,

for

he

is

valiant

!

'

'

He

lies

nearby

in

this

House

,

and

I

will

go

to

him

,

'

said

Gandalf

.

'

Éomer

shall

stay

here

for

a

while

.

But

do

not

speak

yet

of

war

or

woe

,

until

you

are

made

whole

again

.

Great

gladness

it

is

to

see

you

wake

again

to

health

and

hope

,

so

valiant

a

lady

!

'

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