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'
Verily
,
'
said
Denethor
.
'
And
in
my
turn
I
bore
it
,
and
so
did
each
eldest
son
of
our
house
,
far
back
into
the
vanished
years
before
the
failing
of
the
kings
,
since
Vorondil
father
of
Mardil
hunted
the
wild
kine
of
Araw
in
the
far
fields
of
Rhûn
.
I
heard
it
blowing
dim
upon
the
northern
marches
thirteen
days
ago
,
and
the
River
brought
it
to
me
,
broken
:
it
will
wind
no
more
.
'
He
paused
and
there
was
a
heavy
silence
.
Suddenly
he
turned
his
black
glance
upon
Pippin
.
'
What
say
you
to
that
,
Halfling
?
'
'
Thirteen
,
thirteen
days
,
'
faltered
Pippin
.
'
Yes
,
I
think
that
would
be
so
.
Yes
,
I
stood
beside
him
,
as
he
blew
the
horn
.
But
no
help
came
.
Only
more
orcs
.
'
'
So
,
'
said
Denethor
,
looking
keenly
at
Pippin
's
face
.
'
You
were
there
?
Tell
me
more
!
Why
did
no
help
come
?
And
how
did
you
escape
,
and
yet
he
did
not
,
so
mighty
a
man
as
he
was
,
and
only
orcs
to
withstand
him
?
'
Pippin
flushed
and
forgot
his
fear
.
'
The
mightiest
man
may
be
slain
by
one
arrow
,
'
he
said
;
'
and
Boromir
was
pierced
by
many
.
When
last
I
saw
him
he
sank
beside
a
tree
and
plucked
a
black-feathered
shaft
from
his
side
.
Then
I
swooned
and
was
made
captive
.
I
saw
him
no
more
,
and
know
no
more
.
But
I
honour
his
memory
,
for
he
was
very
valiant
.
He
died
to
save
us
,
my
kinsman
Meriadoc
and
myself
,
waylaid
in
the
woods
by
the
soldiery
of
the
Dark
Lord
;
and
though
he
fell
and
failed
,
my
gratitude
is
none
the
less
.
'
Then
Pippin
looked
the
old
man
in
the
eye
,
for
pride
stirred
strangely
within
him
,
still
stung
by
the
scorn
and
suspicion
in
that
cold
voice
.
'
Little
service
,
no
doubt
,
will
so
great
a
lord
of
Men
think
to
find
in
a
hobbit
,
a
halfling
from
the
northern
Shire
;
yet
such
as
it
is
,
I
will
offer
it
,
in
payment
of
my
debt
.
'
Twitching
aside
his
grey
cloak
,
Pippin
drew
forth
his
small
sword
and
laid
it
at
Denethor
's
feet
.
A
pale
smile
,
like
a
gleam
of
cold
sun
on
a
winter
's
evening
,
passed
over
the
old
man
's
face
;
but
he
bent
his
head
and
held
out
his
hand
,
laying
the
shards
of
the
horn
aside
.
'
Give
me
the
weapon
!
'
he
said
.
Pippin
lifted
it
and
presented
the
hilt
to
him
.
'
Whence
came
this
?
'
said
Denethor
.
'
Many
,
many
years
lie
on
it
.
Surely
this
is
a
blade
wrought
by
our
own
kindred
in
the
North
in
the
deep
past
?
'
'
It
came
out
of
the
mounds
that
lie
on
the
borders
of
my
country
'
said
Pippin
.
'
But
only
evil
wights
dwell
there
now
,
and
I
will
not
willingly
tell
more
of
them
.
'
'
I
see
that
strange
tales
are
woven
about
you
,
'
said
Denethor
,
'
and
once
again
it
is
shown
that
looks
may
belie
the
man
-
or
the
halfling
.
I
accept
your
service
.
For
you
are
not
daunted
by
words
;
and
you
have
courteous
speech
,
strange
though
the
sound
of
it
may
be
to
us
in
the
South
.
And
we
shall
have
need
of
all
folk
of
courtesy
,
be
they
great
or
small
,
in
the
days
to
come
.
Swear
to
me
now
!
'
