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'
He
looks
as
if
he
were
spoiling
for
a
race
,
and
not
newly
come
from
a
great
journey
,
'
said
Beregond
.
'
How
strong
and
proud
he
is
!
Where
is
his
harness
?
It
should
be
rich
and
fair
.
'
'
None
is
rich
and
fair
enough
for
him
,
'
said
Pippin
.
'
He
will
have
none
.
If
he
will
consent
to
bear
you
,
bear
you
he
does
;
and
if
not
,
well
,
no
bit
,
bridle
,
whip
,
or
thong
will
tame
him
.
Farewell
,
Shadowfax
!
Have
patience
.
Battle
is
coming
.
'
Shadowfax
lifted
up
his
head
and
neighed
,
so
that
the
stable
shook
,
and
they
covered
their
ears
.
Then
they
took
their
leave
,
seeing
that
the
manger
was
well
filled
.
'
And
now
for
our
manger
,
'
said
Beregond
,
and
he
led
Pippin
back
to
the
citadel
,
and
so
to
a
door
in
the
north
side
of
the
great
tower
.
There
they
went
down
a
long
cool
stair
into
a
wide
alley
lit
with
lamps
.
There
were
hatches
in
the
walls
at
the
side
,
and
one
of
these
was
open
.
'
This
is
the
storehouse
and
buttery
of
my
company
of
the
Guard
.
'
said
Beregond
.
'
Greetings
,
Targon
!
'
he
called
through
the
hatch
.
'
It
is
early
yet
,
but
here
is
a
newcomer
that
the
Lord
has
taken
into
his
service
.
He
has
ridden
long
and
far
with
a
tight
belt
,
and
has
had
sore
labour
this
morning
,
and
he
is
hungry
.
Give
us
what
you
have
!
'
They
got
there
bread
,
and
butter
,
and
cheese
and
apples
:
the
last
of
the
winter
store
,
wrinkled
but
sound
and
sweet
;
and
a
leather
flagon
of
new-drawn
ale
,
and
wooden
platters
and
cups
.
They
put
all
into
a
wicker
basket
and
climbed
back
into
the
sun
;
and
Beregond
brought
Pippin
to
a
place
at
the
east
end
of
the
great
out-thrust
battlement
where
there
was
an
embrasure
in
the
walls
with
a
stone
seat
beneath
the
sill
.
From
there
they
could
look
out
on
the
morning
over
the
world
.
They
ate
and
drank
;
and
they
talked
now
of
Gondor
and
its
ways
and
customs
,
now
of
the
Shire
and
the
strange
countries
that
Pippin
had
seen
.
And
ever
as
they
talked
Beregond
was
more
amazed
,
and
looked
with
greater
wonder
at
the
hobbit
,
swinging
his
short
legs
as
he
sat
on
the
seat
,
or
standing
tiptoe
upon
it
to
peer
over
the
sill
at
the
lands
below
.
'
I
will
not
hide
from
you
,
Master
Peregrin
,
'
said
Beregond
,
'
that
to
us
you
look
almost
as
one
of
our
children
,
a
lad
of
nine
summers
or
so
;
and
yet
you
have
endured
perils
and
seen
marvels
that
few
of
our
greybeards
could
boast
of
.
I
thought
it
was
the
whim
of
our
Lord
to
take
him
a
noble
page
,
after
the
manner
of
the
kings
of
old
,
they
say
.
But
I
see
that
it
is
not
so
,
and
you
must
pardon
my
foolishness
.
'
