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Pippin
pressed
forward
as
they
passed
under
the
lamp
beneath
the
gate-arch
,
and
when
he
saw
the
pale
face
of
Faramir
he
caught
his
breath
.
It
was
the
face
of
one
who
has
been
assailed
by
a
great
fear
or
anguish
,
but
has
mastered
it
and
now
is
quiet
.
Proud
and
grave
he
stood
for
a
moment
as
he
spoke
to
the
guard
,
and
Pippin
gazing
at
him
saw
how
closely
he
resembled
his
brother
Boromir
-
whom
Pippin
had
liked
from
the
first
,
admiring
the
great
man
's
lordly
but
kindly
manner
.
Yet
suddenly
for
Faramir
his
heart
was
strangely
moved
with
a
feeling
that
he
had
not
known
before
.
Here
was
one
with
an
air
of
high
nobility
such
as
Aragorn
at
times
revealed
,
less
high
perhaps
,
yet
also
less
incalculable
and
remote
:
one
of
the
Kings
of
Men
born
into
a
later
time
,
but
touched
with
the
wisdom
and
sadness
of
the
Elder
Race
.
He
knew
now
why
Beregond
spoke
his
name
with
love
.
He
was
a
captain
that
men
would
follow
,
that
he
would
follow
,
even
under
the
shadow
of
the
black
wings
.
'
Faramir
!
'
he
cried
aloud
with
the
others
.
'
Faramir
!
'
And
Faramir
catching
his
strange
voice
among
the
clamour
of
the
men
of
the
City
,
turned
and
looked
down
at
him
and
was
amazed
.
'
Whence
come
you
?
'
he
said
.
'
A
halfling
,
and
in
the
livery
of
the
Tower
!
Whence
...
?
'
But
with
that
Gandalf
stepped
to
his
side
and
spoke
.
'
He
came
with
me
from
the
land
of
the
Halflings
,
'
he
said
.
'
He
came
with
me
.
But
let
us
not
tarry
here
.
There
is
much
to
say
and
to
do
,
and
you
are
weary
.
He
shall
come
with
us
.
Indeed
he
must
,
for
if
he
does
not
forget
his
new
duties
more
easily
than
I
do
,
he
must
attend
on
his
lord
again
within
this
hour
.
Come
,
Pippin
,
follow
us
!
'
So
at
length
they
came
to
the
private
chamber
of
the
Lord
of
the
City
.
There
deep
seats
were
set
about
a
brazier
of
charcoal
;
and
wine
was
brought
;
and
there
Pippin
,
hardly
noticed
,
stood
behind
the
chair
of
Denethor
and
felt
his
weariness
little
,
so
eagerly
did
he
listen
to
all
that
was
said
.
When
Faramir
had
taken
white
bread
and
drunk
a
draught
of
wine
,
he
sat
upon
a
low
chair
at
his
father
's
left
hand
.
Removed
a
little
upon
the
other
side
sat
Gandalf
in
a
chair
of
carven
wood
;
and
he
seemed
at
first
to
be
asleep
.
For
at
the
beginning
Faramir
spoke
only
of
the
errand
upon
which
he
had
been
sent
out
ten
days
before
,
and
he
brought
tidings
of
Ithilien
and
of
movements
of
the
Enemy
and
his
allies
;
and
he
told
of
the
fight
on
the
road
when
the
men
of
Harad
and
their
great
beast
were
overthrown
:
a
captain
reporting
to
his
master
such
matters
as
had
often
been
heard
before
,
small
things
of
border-war
that
now
seemed
useless
and
petty
,
shorn
of
their
renown
.
Then
suddenly
Faramir
looked
at
Pippin
.
'
But
now
we
come
to
strange
matters
,
'
he
said
.
'
For
this
is
not
the
first
halfling
that
I
have
seen
walking
out
of
northern
legends
into
the
Southlands
.
'
At
that
Gandalf
sat
up
and
gripped
the
arms
of
his
chair
;
but
he
said
nothing
,
and
with
a
look
stopped
the
exclamation
on
Pippin
's
lips
.
Denethor
looked
at
their
faces
and
nodded
his
head
,
as
though
in
sign
that
he
had
read
much
there
before
it
was
spoken
.
Slowly
,
while
the
others
sat
silent
and
still
,
Faramir
told
his
tale
,
with
his
eyes
for
the
most
part
on
Gandalf
,
though
now
and
again
his
glance
strayed
to
Pippin
,
as
if
to
refresh
his
memory
of
others
that
he
had
seen
.
