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"
Alas
,
not
me
,
lord
!
"
she
said
.
"
Shadow
lies
on
me
still
.
Look
not
to
me
for
healing
!
I
am
a
shieldmaiden
and
my
hand
is
ungentle
.
But
I
thank
you
for
this
at
least
,
that
I
need
not
keep
to
my
chamber
.
I
will
walk
abroad
by
the
grace
of
the
Steward
of
the
City
.
"
And
she
did
him
a
courtesy
and
walked
back
to
the
house
.
But
Faramir
for
a
long
while
walked
alone
in
the
garden
,
and
his
glance
now
strayed
rather
to
the
house
than
to
the
eastward
walls
.
When
he
returned
to
his
chamber
he
called
for
the
Warden
,
and
heard
all
that
he
could
tell
of
the
Lady
of
Rohan
.
"
But
I
doubt
not
,
lord
,
"
said
the
Warden
,
"
that
you
would
learn
more
from
the
Halfling
that
is
with
us
;
for
he
was
in
the
riding
of
the
king
,
and
with
the
Lady
at
the
end
,
they
say
.
"
And
so
Merry
was
sent
to
Faramir
,
and
while
that
day
lasted
they
talked
long
together
,
and
Faramir
learned
much
,
more
even
than
Merry
put
into
words
;
and
he
thought
that
he
understood
now
something
of
the
grief
and
unrest
of
Éowyn
of
Rohan
.
And
in
the
fair
evening
Faramir
and
Merry
walked
in
the
garden
,
but
she
did
not
come
.
But
in
the
morning
,
as
Faramir
came
from
the
Houses
,
he
saw
her
,
as
she
stood
upon
the
walls
;
and
she
was
clad
all
in
white
,
and
gleamed
in
the
sun
.
And
he
called
to
her
,
and
she
came
down
,
and
they
walked
on
the
grass
or
sat
under
a
green
tree
together
,
now
in
silence
,
now
in
speech
.
And
each
day
after
they
did
likewise
.
And
the
Warden
looking
from
his
window
was
glad
in
heart
,
for
he
was
a
healer
,
and
his
care
was
lightened
;
and
certain
it
was
that
,
heavy
as
was
the
dread
and
foreboding
of
those
days
upon
the
hearts
of
men
,
still
these
two
of
his
charges
prospered
and
grew
daily
in
strength
.
And
so
the
fifth
day
came
since
the
Lady
Éowyn
went
first
to
Faramir
;
and
they
stood
now
together
once
more
upon
the
walls
of
the
City
and
looked
out
.
No
tidings
had
yet
come
,
and
all
hearts
were
darkened
.
The
weather
,
too
,
was
bright
no
longer
.
It
was
cold
.
A
wind
that
had
sprung
up
in
the
night
was
blowing
now
keenly
from
the
North
,
and
it
was
rising
;
but
the
lands
about
looked
grey
and
drear
.
They
were
clad
in
warm
raiment
and
heavy
cloaks
,
and
over
all
the
Lady
Éowyn
wore
a
great
blue
mantle
of
the
colour
of
deep
summer-night
,
and
it
was
set
with
silver
stars
about
hem
and
throat
.
Faramir
had
sent
for
this
robe
and
had
wrapped
it
about
her
;
and
he
thought
that
she
looked
fair
and
queenly
indeed
as
she
stood
there
at
his
side
.
The
mantle
was
wrought
for
his
mother
,
Finduilas
of
Amroth
,
who
died
untimely
,
and
was
to
him
but
a
memory
of
loveliness
in
far
days
and
of
his
first
grief
;
and
her
robe
seemed
to
him
raiment
fitting
for
the
beauty
and
sadness
of
Éowyn
.
But
she
now
shivered
beneath
the
starry
mantle
,
and
she
looked
northward
,
above
the
grey
hither
lands
,
into
the
eye
of
the
cold
wind
where
far
away
the
sky
was
hard
and
clear
.
"
What
do
you
look
for
,
Éowyn
?
"
said
Faramir
.
