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'
I
will
not
say
farewell
,
my
lord
,
'
said
Pippin
kneeling
.
And
then
suddenly
hobbit-like
once
more
,
he
stood
up
and
looked
the
old
man
in
the
eyes
.
'
I
will
take
your
leave
,
sir
,
'
he
said
;
'
for
I
want
to
see
Gandalf
very
much
indeed
.
But
he
is
no
fool
;
and
I
will
not
think
of
dying
until
he
despairs
of
life
.
But
from
my
word
and
your
service
I
do
not
wish
to
be
released
while
you
live
.
And
if
they
come
at
last
to
the
Citadel
,
I
hope
to
be
here
and
stand
beside
you
and
earn
perhaps
the
arms
that
you
have
given
me
.
'
'
Do
as
you
will
,
Master
Halfling
,
'
said
Denethor
.
'
But
my
life
is
broken
.
Send
for
my
servants
!
'
He
turned
back
to
Faramir
.
Pippin
left
him
and
called
for
the
servants
,
and
they
came
:
six
men
of
the
household
,
strong
and
fair
;
yet
they
trembled
at
the
summons
.
But
in
a
quiet
voice
Denethor
bade
them
lay
warm
coverlets
on
Faramir
's
bed
and
take
it
up
.
And
they
did
so
,
and
lifting
up
the
bed
they
bore
it
from
the
chamber
.
Slowly
they
paced
to
trouble
the
fevered
man
as
little
as
might
be
,
and
Denethor
,
now
bending
on
a
staff
,
followed
them
;
and
last
came
Pippin
.
Out
from
the
White
Tower
they
walked
,
as
if
to
a
funeral
,
out
into
the
darkness
,
where
the
overhanging
cloud
was
lit
beneath
with
flickers
of
dull
red
.
Softly
they
paced
the
great
courtyard
,
and
at
a
word
from
Denethor
halted
beside
the
Withered
Tree
.
All
was
silent
,
save
for
the
rumour
of
war
in
the
City
down
below
,
and
they
heard
the
water
dripping
sadly
from
the
dead
branches
into
the
dark
pool
.
Then
they
went
on
through
the
Citadel
gate
,
where
the
sentinel
stared
at
them
in
wonder
and
dismay
as
they
passed
by
.
Turning
westward
they
came
at
length
to
a
door
in
the
rearward
wall
of
the
sixth
circle
.
Fen
Hollen
it
was
called
,
for
it
was
kept
ever
shut
save
at
times
of
funeral
,
and
only
the
Lord
of
the
City
might
use
that
way
,
or
those
who
bore
the
token
of
the
tombs
and
tended
the
houses
of
the
dead
.
Beyond
it
went
a
winding
road
that
descended
in
many
curves
down
to
the
narrow
land
under
the
shadow
of
Mindolluin
's
precipice
where
stood
the
mansions
of
the
dead
Kings
and
of
their
Stewards
.
A
porter
sat
in
a
little
house
beside
the
way
,
and
with
fear
in
his
eyes
he
came
forth
bearing
a
lantern
in
his
hand
.
At
the
Lord
's
command
he
unlocked
the
door
,
and
silently
it
swung
back
;
and
they
passed
through
,
taking
the
lantern
from
his
hand
.
It
was
dark
on
the
climbing
road
between
ancient
walls
and
many-pillared
balusters
looming
in
the
swaying
lantern-beam
.
Their
slow
feet
echoed
as
they
walked
down
,
down
,
until
at
last
they
came
to
the
Silent
Street
,
Rath
Dínen
,
between
pale
domes
and
empty
halls
and
images
of
men
long
dead
;
and
they
entered
into
the
House
of
the
Stewards
and
set
down
their
burden
.
There
Pippin
,
staring
uneasily
about
him
,
saw
that
he
was
in
a
wide
vaulted
chamber
,
draped
as
it
were
with
the
great
shadows
that
the
little
lantern
threw
upon
its
shrouded
walls
.
And
dimly
to
be
seen
were
many
rows
of
tables
,
carved
of
marble
;
and
upon
each
table
lay
a
sleeping
form
,
hands
folded
,
head
pillowed
upon
stone
.
But
one
table
near
at
hand
stood
broad
and
bare
.
Upon
it
at
a
sign
from
Denethor
they
laid
Faramir
and
his
father
side
by
side
,
and
covered
them
with
one
covering
,
and
stood
then
with
bowed
heads
as
mourners
beside
a
bed
of
death
.
Then
Denethor
spoke
in
a
low
voice
.
