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'
What
is
happening
there
?
'
'
The
Captains
of
the
Outlands
are
expected
up
the
South
Road
ere
sundown
.
Come
with
us
and
you
will
see
.
'
Bergil
proved
a
good
comrade
,
the
best
company
Pippin
had
had
since
he
parted
from
Merry
,
and
soon
they
were
laughing
and
talking
gaily
as
they
went
about
the
streets
,
heedless
of
the
many
glances
that
men
gave
them
.
Before
long
they
found
themselves
in
a
throng
going
towards
the
Great
Gate
.
There
Pippin
went
up
much
in
the
esteem
of
Bergil
,
for
when
he
spoke
his
name
and
the
pass-word
the
guard
saluted
him
and
let
him
pass
through
;
and
what
was
more
,
he
allowed
him
to
take
his
companion
with
him
.
'
That
is
good
!
'
said
Bergil
.
'
We
boys
are
no
longer
allowed
to
pass
the
Gate
without
an
elder
.
Now
we
shall
see
better
.
'
Beyond
the
Gate
there
was
a
crowd
of
men
along
the
verge
of
the
road
and
of
the
great
paved
space
into
which
all
the
ways
to
Minas
Tirith
ran
.
All
eyes
were
turned
southwards
,
and
soon
a
murmur
rose
:
'
There
is
dust
away
there
!
They
are
coming
!
'
Pippin
and
Bergil
edged
their
way
forward
to
the
front
of
the
crowd
,
and
waited
.
Horns
sounded
at
some
distance
,
and
the
noise
of
cheering
rolled
towards
them
like
a
gathering
wind
.
Then
there
was
a
loud
trumpet-blast
,
and
all
about
them
people
were
shouting
.
'
Forlong
!
Forlong
!
'
Pippin
heard
men
calling
.
'
What
do
they
say
?
'
he
asked
.
'
Forlong
has
come
,
'
Bergil
answered
;
'
old
Forlong
the
Fat
,
the
Lord
of
Lossarnach
.
That
is
where
my
grandsire
lives
.
Hurrah
!
Here
he
is
.
Good
old
Forlong
!
'
Leading
the
line
there
came
walking
a
big
thick-limbed
horse
,
and
on
it
sat
a
man
of
wide
shoulders
and
huge
girth
,
but
old
and
grey-bearded
,
yet
mail-clad
and
black-helmed
and
bearing
a
long
heavy
spear
.
Behind
him
marched
proudly
a
dusty
line
of
men
,
well-armed
and
bearing
great
battle-axes
;
grim-faced
they
were
,
and
shorter
and
somewhat
swarthier
than
any
men
that
Pippin
had
yet
seen
in
Gondor
.
