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"
In
this
house
,
lady
.
He
was
sorely
hurt
,
but
is
now
set
again
on
the
way
to
health
.
But
I
do
not
know
--
"
"
Will
you
not
bring
me
to
him
?
Then
you
will
know
.
"
The
Lord
Faramir
was
walking
alone
in
the
garden
of
the
Houses
of
Healing
,
and
the
sunlight
warmed
him
,
and
he
felt
life
run
new
in
his
veins
;
but
his
heart
was
heavy
,
and
he
looked
out
over
the
walls
eastward
.
And
coming
,
the
Warden
spoke
his
name
,
and
he
turned
and
saw
the
Lady
Éowyn
of
Rohan
;
and
he
was
moved
with
pity
,
for
he
saw
that
she
was
hurt
,
and
his
clear
sight
perceived
her
sorrow
and
unrest
.
"
My
lord
,
"
said
the
Warden
,
"
here
is
the
Lady
Éowyn
of
Rohan
.
She
rode
with
the
king
and
was
sorely
hurt
,
and
dwells
now
in
my
keeping
.
But
she
is
not
content
,
and
she
wishes
to
speak
to
the
Steward
of
the
City
.
"
"
Do
not
misunderstand
him
,
lord
,
"
said
Éowyn
.
"
It
is
not
lack
of
care
that
grieves
me
.
No
houses
could
be
fairer
,
for
those
who
desire
to
be
healed
.
But
I
can
not
lie
in
sloth
,
idle
,
caged
.
I
looked
for
death
in
battle
.
But
I
have
not
died
,
and
battle
still
goes
on
.
"
At
a
sign
from
Faramir
,
the
Warden
bowed
and
departed
.
"
What
would
you
have
me
do
,
lady
?
"
said
Faramir
.
"
I
also
am
a
prisoner
of
the
healers
.
"
He
looked
at
her
,
and
being
a
man
whom
pity
deeply
stirred
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
her
loveliness
amid
her
grief
would
pierce
his
heart
.
And
she
looked
at
him
and
saw
the
grave
tenderness
in
his
eyes
,
and
yet
knew
,
for
she
was
bred
among
men
of
war
,
that
here
was
one
whom
no
Rider
of
the
Mark
would
outmatch
in
battle
.
"
What
do
you
wish
?
"
he
said
again
.
"
If
it
lies
in
my
power
,
I
will
do
it
.
"
"
I
would
have
you
command
this
Warden
,
and
bid
him
let
me
go
,
"
she
said
;
but
though
her
words
were
still
proud
,
her
heart
faltered
,
and
for
the
first
time
she
doubted
herself
.
She
guessed
that
this
tall
man
,
both
stern
and
gentle
,
might
think
her
merely
wayward
,
like
a
child
that
has
not
the
firmness
of
mind
to
go
on
with
a
dull
task
to
the
end
.
"
I
myself
am
in
the
Warden
's
keeping
,
"
answered
Faramir
.
"
Nor
have
I
yet
taken
up
my
authority
in
the
City
.
But
had
I
done
so
,
I
should
still
listen
to
his
counsel
,
and
should
not
cross
his
will
in
matters
of
his
craft
,
unless
in
some
great
need
.
"
