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Reluctantly
Pippin
climbed
on
to
the
seat
and
looked
out
over
the
wall
.
The
Pelennor
lay
dim
beneath
him
,
fading
away
to
the
scarce
guessed
line
of
the
Great
River
.
But
now
wheeling
swiftly
across
it
,
like
shadows
of
untimely
night
,
he
saw
in
the
middle
airs
below
him
five
birdlike
forms
,
horrible
as
carrion-fowl
yet
greater
than
eagles
,
cruel
as
death
.
Now
they
swooped
near
,
venturing
almost
within
bowshot
of
the
walls
,
now
they
circled
away
.
'
Black
Riders
!
'
muttered
Pippin
.
'
Black
Riders
of
the
air
!
But
see
,
Beregond
!
'
he
cried
.
'
They
are
looking
for
something
,
surely
?
See
how
they
wheel
and
swoop
,
always
down
to
that
point
over
there
!
And
can
you
see
something
moving
on
the
ground
?
Dark
little
things
.
Yes
,
men
on
horses
:
four
or
five
.
Ah
!
I
can
not
stand
it
!
Gandalf
!
Gandalf
save
us
!
'
Another
long
screech
rose
and
fell
,
and
he
threw
himself
back
again
from
the
wall
,
panting
like
a
hunted
animal
.
Faint
and
seemingly
remote
through
that
shuddering
cry
he
heard
winding
up
from
below
the
sound
of
a
trumpet
ending
on
a
long
high
note
.
'
Faramir
!
The
Lord
Faramir
!
It
is
his
call
!
'
cried
Beregond
.
'
Brave
heart
!
But
how
can
he
win
to
the
Gate
,
if
these
foul
hell-hawks
have
other
weapons
than
fear
?
But
look
!
They
hold
on
.
They
will
make
the
Gate
.
No
!
the
horses
are
running
mad
.
Look
!
the
men
are
thrown
;
they
are
running
on
foot
.
No
,
one
is
still
up
,
but
he
rides
back
to
the
others
.
That
will
be
the
Captain
:
he
can
master
both
beasts
and
men
.
Ah
!
there
one
of
the
foul
things
is
stooping
on
him
.
Help
!
help
!
Will
no
one
go
out
to
him
?
Faramir
!
'
With
that
Beregond
sprang
away
and
ran
off
into
the
gloom
.
Ashamed
of
his
terror
,
while
Beregond
of
the
Guard
thought
first
of
the
captain
whom
he
loved
,
Pippin
got
up
and
peered
out
.
At
that
moment
he
caught
a
flash
of
white
and
silver
coming
from
the
North
,
like
a
small
star
down
on
the
dusky
fields
.
It
moved
with
the
speed
of
an
arrow
and
grew
as
it
came
,
converging
swiftly
with
the
flight
of
the
four
men
towards
the
Gate
.
It
seemed
to
Pippin
that
a
pale
light
was
spread
about
it
and
the
heavy
shadows
gave
way
before
it
;
and
then
as
it
drew
near
he
thought
that
he
heard
,
like
an
echo
in
the
walls
,
a
great
voice
calling
.
'
Gandalf
!
'
he
cried
.
'
Gandalf
!
He
always
turns
up
when
things
are
darkest
.
Go
on
!
Go
on
,
White
Rider
!
Gandalf
,
Gandalf
!
'
he
shouted
wildly
,
like
an
onlooker
at
a
great
race
urging
on
a
runner
who
is
far
beyond
encouragement
.
But
now
the
dark
swooping
shadows
were
aware
of
the
newcomer
.
One
wheeled
towards
him
;
but
it
seemed
to
Pippin
that
he
raised
his
hand
,
and
from
it
a
shaft
of
white
light
stabbed
upwards
.
The
Nazgûl
gave
a
long
wailing
cry
and
swerved
away
;
and
with
that
the
four
others
wavered
,
and
then
rising
in
swift
spirals
they
passed
away
eastward
vanishing
into
the
lowering
cloud
above
;
and
down
on
the
Pelennor
it
seemed
for
a
while
less
dark
.
Pippin
watched
,
and
he
saw
the
horseman
and
the
White
Rider
meet
and
halt
,
waiting
for
those
on
foot
.
Men
now
hurried
out
to
them
from
the
City
;
and
soon
they
all
passed
from
sight
under
the
outer
walls
,
and
he
knew
that
they
were
entering
the
Gate
.
Guessing
that
they
would
come
at
once
to
the
Tower
and
the
Steward
,
he
hurried
to
the
entrance
of
the
citadel
.
There
he
was
joined
by
many
others
who
had
watched
the
race
and
the
rescue
from
the
high
walls
.
It
was
not
long
before
a
clamour
was
heard
in
the
streets
leading
up
from
the
outer
circles
,
and
there
was
much
cheering
and
crying
of
the
names
of
Faramir
and
Mithrandir
.
Presently
Pippin
saw
torches
,
and
followed
by
a
press
of
people
two
horsemen
riding
slowly
:
one
was
in
white
but
shining
no
longer
,
pale
in
the
twilight
as
if
his
fire
was
spent
or
veiled
;
the
other
was
dark
and
his
head
was
bowed
.
They
dismounted
,
and
as
grooms
took
Shadowfax
and
the
other
horse
,
they
walked
forward
to
the
sentinel
at
the
gate
:
Gandalf
steadily
,
his
grey
cloak
flung
back
,
and
a
fire
still
smouldering
in
his
eyes
;
the
other
,
clad
all
in
green
,
slowly
,
swaying
a
little
as
a
weary
or
a
wounded
man
.
