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He

was

wakened

by

a

man

shaking

him

.

'

Wake

up

,

wake

up

.

Master

Holbytla

!

'

he

cried

;

and

at

length

Merry

came

out

of

deep

dreams

and

sat

up

with

a

start

.

It

still

seemed

very

dark

,

he

thought

.

'

What

is

the

matter

?

'

he

asked

.

'

The

king

calls

for

you

.

'

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'

But

the

Sun

has

not

risen

,

yet

,

'

said

Merry

.

'

No

,

and

will

not

rise

today

,

Master

Holbytla

.

Nor

ever

again

,

one

would

think

under

this

cloud

.

But

time

does

not

stand

still

,

though

the

Sun

be

lost

.

Make

haste

!

'

Flinging

on

some

clothes

,

Merry

looked

outside

.

The

world

was

darkling

.

The

very

air

seemed

brown

,

and

all

things

about

were

black

and

grey

and

shadowless

;

there

was

a

great

stillness

.

No

shape

of

cloud

could

be

seen

,

unless

it

were

far

away

westward

,

where

the

furthest

groping

fingers

of

the

great

gloom

still

crawled

onwards

and

a

little

light

leaked

through

them

.

Overhead

there

hung

a

heavy

roof

,

sombre

and

featureless

,

and

light

seemed

rather

to

be

failing

than

growing

.

Merry

saw

many

folk

standing

,

looking

up

and

muttering

:

all

their

faces

were

grey

and

sad

,

and

some

were

afraid

.

With

a

sinking

heart

he

made

his

way

to

the

king

.

Hirgon

the

rider

of

Gondor

was

there

before

him

,

and

beside

him

stood

now

another

man

,

like

him

and

dressed

alike

,

but

shorter

and

broader

.

As

Merry

entered

he

was

speaking

to

the

king

.

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'

It

comes

from

Mordor

,

lord

,

'

he

said

.

'

It

began

last

night

at

sunset

.

From

the

hills

in

the

Eastfold

of

your

realm

I

saw

it

rise

and

creep

across

the

sky

,

and

all

night

as

I

rode

it

came

behind

eating

up

the

stars

.

Now

the

great

cloud

hangs

over

all

the

land

between

here

and

the

Mountains

of

Shadow

;

and

it

is

deepening

.

War

has

already

begun

.

'

For

a

while

the

king

sat

silent

.

At

last

he

spoke

.

'

So

we

come

to

it

in

the

end

,

'

he

said

:

'

the

great

battle

of

our

time

,

in

which

many

things

shall

pass

away

.

But

at

least

there

is

no

longer

need

for

hiding

.

We

will

ride

the

straight

way

and

the

open

road

and

with

all

our

speed

.

The

muster

shall

begin

at

once

,

and

wait

for

none

that

tarry

.

Have

you

good

store

in

Minas

Tirith

?

For

if

we

must

ride

now

in

all

haste

,

then

we

must

ride

light

,

with

but

meal

and

water

enough

to

last

us

into

battle

.

'

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