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Though
Pippin
had
regretfully
to
destroy
this
hopeful
tale
,
he
could
not
be
rid
of
his
new
rank
,
only
fitting
,
men
thought
,
to
one
befriended
by
Boromir
and
honoured
by
the
Lord
Denethor
;
and
they
thanked
him
for
coming
among
them
,
and
hung
on
his
words
and
stories
of
the
outlands
,
and
gave
him
as
much
food
and
ale
as
he
could
wish
.
Indeed
his
only
trouble
was
to
be
'
wary
'
according
to
the
counsel
of
Gandalf
,
and
not
to
let
his
tongue
wag
freely
after
the
manner
of
a
hobbit
among
friends
.
At
length
Beregond
rose
.
'
Farewell
for
this
time
!
'
he
said
.
'
I
have
duty
now
till
sundown
,
as
have
all
the
others
here
,
I
think
.
But
if
you
are
lonely
,
as
you
say
,
maybe
you
would
like
a
merry
guide
about
the
City
.
My
son
would
go
with
you
gladly
.
A
good
lad
,
I
may
say
.
If
that
pleases
you
,
go
down
to
the
lowest
circle
and
ask
for
the
Old
Guesthouse
in
the
Rath
Celerdain
,
the
Lampwrights
'
Street
.
You
will
find
him
there
with
other
lads
that
are
remaining
in
the
City
.
There
may
be
things
worth
seeing
down
at
the
Great
Gate
ere
the
closing
.
'
He
went
out
,
and
soon
after
all
the
others
followed
.
The
day
was
still
fine
,
though
it
was
growing
hazy
,
and
it
was
hot
for
March
,
even
so
far
southwards
.
Pippin
felt
sleepy
,
but
the
lodging
seemed
cheerless
,
and
he
decided
to
go
down
and
explore
the
City
.
He
took
a
few
morsels
that
he
had
saved
to
Shadowfax
,
and
they
were
graciously
accepted
,
though
the
horse
seemed
to
have
no
lack
.
Then
he
walked
on
down
many
winding
ways
.
People
stared
much
as
he
passed
.
To
his
face
men
were
gravely
courteous
,
saluting
him
after
the
manner
of
Gondor
with
bowed
head
and
hands
upon
the
breast
;
but
behind
him
he
heard
many
calls
,
as
those
out
of
doors
cried
to
others
within
to
come
and
see
the
Prince
of
the
Halflings
,
the
companion
of
Mithrandir
.
Many
used
some
other
tongue
than
the
Common
Speech
,
but
it
was
not
long
before
he
learned
at
least
what
was
meant
by
Ernil
i
Pheriannath
and
knew
that
his
title
had
gone
down
before
him
into
the
City
.
He
came
at
last
by
arched
streets
and
many
fair
alleys
and
pavements
to
the
lowest
and
widest
circle
,
and
there
he
was
directed
to
the
Lampwrights
'
Street
,
a
broad
way
running
towards
the
Great
Gate
.
In
it
he
found
the
Old
Guesthouse
,
a
large
building
of
grey
weathered
stone
with
two
wings
running
back
from
the
street
,
and
between
them
a
narrow
greensward
,
behind
which
was
the
many-windowed
house
,
fronted
along
its
whole
width
by
a
pillared
porch
and
a
flight
of
steps
down
on
to
the
grass
.
Boys
were
playing
among
the
pillars
,
the
only
children
that
Pippin
had
seen
in
Minas
Tirith
,
and
he
stopped
to
look
at
them
.
Presently
one
of
them
caught
sight
of
him
,
and
with
a
shout
he
sprang
across
the
grass
and
came
into
the
street
,
followed
by
several
others
.
There
he
stood
in
front
of
Pippin
,
looking
him
up
and
down
.
'
Greetings
!
'
said
the
lad
.
'
Where
do
you
come
from
?
You
are
a
stranger
in
the
City
.
'
'
I
was
,
'
said
Pippin
;
'
but
they
say
I
have
become
a
man
of
Gondor
.
'
'
Oh
come
!
'
said
the
lad
.
'
Then
we
are
all
men
here
.
But
how
old
are
you
,
and
what
is
your
name
?
I
am
ten
years
already
,
and
shall
soon
be
five
feet
.
I
am
taller
than
you
.
But
then
my
father
is
a
Guard
,
one
of
the
tallest
.
What
is
your
father
?
'
