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The
retreat
became
a
rout
.
Already
men
were
breaking
away
,
flying
wild
and
witless
here
and
there
,
flinging
away
their
weapons
,
crying
out
in
fear
,
falling
to
the
ground
.
And
then
a
trumpet
rang
from
the
Citadel
,
and
Denethor
at
last
released
the
sortie
.
Drawn
up
within
the
shadow
of
the
Gate
and
under
the
looming
walls
outside
they
had
waited
for
his
signal
:
all
the
mounted
men
that
were
left
in
the
City
.
Now
they
sprang
forward
,
formed
,
quickened
to
a
gallop
,
and
charged
with
a
great
shout
.
And
from
the
walls
an
answering
shout
went
up
;
for
foremost
on
the
field
rode
the
swan-knights
of
Dol
Amroth
with
their
Prince
and
his
blue
banner
at
their
head
.
'
Amroth
for
Gondor
!
'
they
cried
.
'
Amroth
to
Faramir
!
'
Like
thunder
they
broke
upon
the
enemy
on
either
flank
of
the
retreat
;
but
one
rider
outran
them
all
,
swift
as
the
wind
in
the
grass
:
Shadowfax
bore
him
,
shining
,
unveiled
once
more
,
a
light
starting
from
his
upraised
hand
.
The
Nazgûl
screeched
and
swept
away
,
for
their
Captain
was
not
yet
come
to
challenge
the
white
fire
of
his
foe
.
The
hosts
of
Morgul
intent
on
their
prey
,
taken
at
unawares
in
wild
career
,
broke
,
scattering
like
sparks
in
a
gale
.
The
out-companies
with
a
great
cheer
turned
and
smote
their
pursuers
.
Hunters
became
the
hunted
.
The
retreat
became
an
onslaught
.
The
field
was
strewn
with
stricken
orcs
and
men
,
and
a
reek
arose
of
torches
cast
away
,
sputtering
out
in
swirling
smoke
.
The
cavalry
rode
on
.
But
Denethor
did
not
permit
them
to
go
far
.
Though
the
enemy
was
checked
,
and
for
the
moment
driven
back
,
great
forces
were
flowing
in
from
the
East
.
Again
the
trumpet
rang
,
sounding
the
retreat
.
The
cavalry
of
Gondor
halted
.
Behind
their
screen
the
out-companies
re-formed
.
Now
steadily
they
came
marching
back
.
They
reached
the
Gate
of
the
City
and
entered
,
stepping
proudly
:
and
proudly
the
people
of
the
City
looked
on
them
and
cried
their
praise
,
and
yet
they
were
troubled
in
heart
.
For
the
companies
were
grievously
reduced
.
Faramir
had
lost
a
third
of
his
men
.
And
where
was
he
?
Last
of
all
he
came
.
His
men
passed
in
.
The
mounted
knights
returned
,
and
at
their
rear
the
banner
of
Dol
Amroth
,
and
the
Prince
.
And
in
his
arms
before
him
on
his
horse
he
bore
the
body
of
his
kinsman
,
Faramir
son
of
Denethor
,
found
upon
the
stricken
field
.
'
Faramir
!
Faramir
!
'
men
cried
,
weeping
in
the
streets
.
But
he
did
not
answer
,
and
they
bore
him
away
up
the
winding
road
to
the
Citadel
and
his
father
.
Even
as
the
Nazgûl
had
swerved
aside
from
the
onset
of
the
White
Rider
,
there
came
flying
a
deadly
dart
,
and
Faramir
,
as
he
held
at
bay
a
mounted
champion
of
Harad
,
had
fallen
to
the
earth
.
Only
the
charge
of
Dol
Amroth
had
saved
him
from
the
red
southland
swords
that
would
have
hewed
him
as
he
lay
.
The
Prince
Imrahil
brought
Faramir
to
the
White
Tower
,
and
he
said
:
Your
son
has
returned
,
lord
,
after
great
deeds
,
and
he
told
all
that
he
had
seen
.
But
Denethor
rose
and
looked
on
the
face
of
his
son
and
was
silent
.
Then
he
bade
them
make
a
bed
in
the
chamber
and
lay
Faramir
upon
it
and
depart
.
But
he
himself
went
up
alone
into
the
secret
room
under
the
summit
of
the
Tower
;
and
many
who
looked
up
thither
at
that
time
saw
a
pale
light
that
gleamed
and
flickered
from
the
narrow
windows
for
a
while
,
and
then
flashed
and
went
out
.
And
when
Denethor
descended
again
he
went
to
Faramir
and
sat
beside
him
without
speaking
,
but
the
face
of
the
Lord
was
grey
,
more
deathlike
than
his
son
's
.
