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'
I
do
,
'
said
Pippin
.
'
Though
you
are
not
far
wrong
.
I
am
still
little
more
than
a
boy
in
the
reckoning
of
my
own
people
,
and
it
will
be
four
years
yet
before
I
"
come
of
age
"
,
as
we
say
in
the
Shire
:
But
do
not
bother
about
me
.
Come
and
look
and
tell
me
what
I
can
see
.
'
The
sun
was
now
climbing
,
and
the
mists
in
the
vale
below
had
been
drawn
up
.
The
last
of
them
were
floating
away
,
just
overhead
,
as
wisps
of
white
cloud
borne
on
the
stiffening
breeze
from
the
East
,
that
was
now
flapping
and
tugging
the
flags
and
white
standards
of
the
citadel
.
Away
down
in
the
valley-bottom
,
five
leagues
or
so
as
the
eye
leaps
,
the
Great
River
could
now
be
seen
grey
and
glittering
,
coming
out
of
the
north-west
,
and
bending
in
a
mighty
sweep
south
and
west
again
,
till
it
was
lost
to
view
in
a
haze
and
shimmer
,
far
beyond
which
lay
the
Sea
fifty
leagues
away
.
Pippin
could
see
all
the
Pelennor
laid
out
before
him
,
dotted
into
the
distance
with
farmsteads
and
little
walls
,
barns
and
byres
,
but
nowhere
could
he
see
any
kine
or
other
beasts
.
Many
roads
and
tracks
crossed
the
green
fields
,
and
there
was
much
coming
and
going
:
wains
moving
in
lines
towards
the
Great
Gate
,
and
others
passing
out
.
Now
and
again
a
horseman
would
ride
up
,
and
leap
from
the
saddle
and
hasten
into
the
City
.
But
most
of
the
traffic
went
out
along
the
chief
highway
,
and
that
turned
south
,
and
then
bending
swifter
than
the
River
skirted
the
hills
and
passed
soon
from
sight
.
It
was
wide
and
well-paved
,
and
along
its
eastern
edge
ran
a
broad
green
riding-track
,
and
beyond
that
a
wall
.
On
the
ride
horsemen
galloped
to
and
fro
,
but
all
the
street
seemed
to
be
choked
with
great
covered
wains
going
south
.
But
soon
Pippin
saw
that
all
was
in
fact
well-ordered
:
the
wains
were
moving
in
three
lines
,
one
swifter
drawn
by
horses
;
another
slower
,
great
waggons
with
fair
housings
of
many
colours
,
drawn
by
oxen
;
and
along
the
west
rim
of
the
road
many
smaller
carts
hauled
by
trudging
men
.
'
That
is
the
road
to
the
vales
of
Tumladen
and
Lossarnach
,
and
the
mountain-villages
,
and
then
on
to
Lebennin
,
'
said
Beregond
.
'
There
go
the
last
of
the
wains
that
bear
away
to
refuge
the
aged
the
children
,
and
the
women
that
must
go
with
them
.
They
must
all
be
gone
from
the
Gate
and
the
road
clear
for
a
league
before
noon
:
that
was
the
order
.
It
is
a
sad
necessity
.
'
He
sighed
.
'
Few
,
maybe
,
of
those
now
sundered
will
meet
again
.
And
there
were
always
too
few
children
in
this
city
;
but
now
there
are
none-save
some
young
lads
that
will
not
depart
,
and
may
find
some
task
to
do
:
my
own
son
is
one
of
them
.
'
They
fell
silent
for
a
while
.
Pippin
gazed
anxiously
eastward
,
as
if
at
any
moment
he
might
see
thousands
of
orcs
pouring
over
the
fields
.
'
What
can
I
see
there
?
'
he
asked
,
pointing
down
to
the
middle
of
the
great
curve
of
the
Anduin
.
'
Is
that
another
city
,
or
what
is
it
?
'
'
It
was
a
city
,
'
said
Beregond
,
'
the
chief
city
of
Gondor
,
of
which
this
was
only
a
fortress
.
For
that
is
the
ruin
of
Osgiliath
on
either
side
of
Anduin
,
which
our
enemies
took
and
burned
long
ago
.
Yet
we
won
it
back
in
the
days
of
the
youth
of
Denethor
:
not
to
dwell
in
,
but
to
hold
as
an
outpost
,
and
to
rebuild
the
bridge
for
the
passage
of
our
arms
.
And
then
came
the
Fell
Riders
out
of
Minas
Morgul
.
'
'
The
Black
Riders
?
'
said
Pippin
,
opening
his
eyes
,
and
they
were
wide
and
dark
with
an
old
fear
re-awakened
.
'
Yes
,
they
were
black
,
'
said
Beregond
,
'
and
I
see
that
you
know
something
of
them
,
though
you
have
not
spoken
of
them
in
any
of
your
tales
.
'
