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With
a
handful
of
horsemen
he
came
in
the
middle
morning
,
riding
as
escort
to
a
line
of
wains
.
They
were
filled
with
wounded
men
,
all
that
could
be
saved
from
the
wreck
of
the
Causeway
Forts
.
At
once
he
went
to
Denethor
.
The
Lord
of
the
City
sat
now
in
a
high
chamber
above
the
Hall
of
the
White
Tower
with
Pippin
at
his
side
;
and
through
the
dim
windows
,
north
and
south
and
east
,
he
bent
his
dark
eyes
,
as
if
to
pierce
the
shadows
of
doom
that
ringed
him
round
.
Most
to
the
north
he
looked
,
and
would
pause
at
whiles
to
listen
as
if
by
some
ancient
art
his
ears
might
hear
the
thunder
of
hoofs
on
the
plains
far
away
.
'
Is
Faramir
come
?
'
he
asked
.
'
No
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
But
he
still
lived
when
I
left
him
.
Yet
he
is
resolved
to
stay
with
the
rearguard
,
lest
the
retreat
over
the
Pelennor
become
a
rout
.
He
may
,
perhaps
,
hold
his
men
together
long
enough
,
but
I
doubt
it
.
He
is
pitted
against
a
foe
too
great
.
For
one
has
come
that
I
feared
.
'
'
Not
-
the
Dark
Lord
?
'
cried
Pippin
,
forgetting
his
place
in
his
terror
.
Denethor
laughed
bitterly
.
'
Nay
,
not
yet
,
Master
Peregrin
!
He
will
not
come
save
only
to
triumph
over
me
when
all
is
won
.
He
uses
others
as
his
weapons
.
So
do
all
great
lords
,
if
they
are
wise
,
Master
Halfling
.
Or
why
should
I
sit
here
in
my
tower
and
think
,
and
watch
,
and
wait
,
spending
even
my
sons
?
For
I
can
still
wield
a
brand
.
'
He
stood
up
and
cast
open
his
long
black
cloak
,
and
behold
!
he
was
clad
in
mail
beneath
,
and
girt
with
a
long
sword
,
great-hilted
in
a
sheath
of
black
and
silver
.
'
Thus
have
I
walked
,
and
thus
now
for
many
years
have
I
slept
,
'
he
said
,
'
lest
with
age
the
body
should
grow
soft
and
timid
.
'
'
Yet
now
under
the
Lord
of
Barad-dûr
the
most
fell
of
all
his
captains
is
already
master
of
your
outer
walls
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
King
of
Angmar
long
ago
,
Sorcerer
,
Ringwraith
,
Lord
of
the
Nazgûl
,
a
spear
of
terror
in
the
hand
of
Sauron
,
shadow
of
despair
.
'
'
Then
,
Mithrandir
,
you
had
a
foe
to
match
you
,
'
said
Denethor
.
'
For
myself
,
I
have
long
known
who
is
the
chief
captain
of
the
hosts
of
the
Dark
Tower
.
Is
this
all
that
you
have
returned
to
say
?
Or
can
it
be
that
you
have
withdrawn
because
you
are
overmatched
?
'
Pippin
trembled
,
fearing
that
Gandalf
would
be
stung
to
sudden
wrath
,
but
his
fear
was
needless
.
'
It
might
be
so
,
'
Gandalf
answered
softly
.
'
But
our
trial
of
strength
is
not
yet
come
.
And
if
words
spoken
of
old
be
true
,
not
by
the
hand
of
man
shall
he
fall
,
and
hidden
from
the
Wise
is
the
doom
that
awaits
him
.
However
that
may
be
,
the
Captain
of
Despair
does
not
press
forward
,
yet
.
He
rules
rather
according
to
the
wisdom
that
you
have
just
spoken
,
from
the
rear
,
driving
his
slaves
in
madness
on
before
.
