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'
No
,
'
said
Pippin
,
'
not
yet
.
And
even
now
his
death
might
be
prevented
,
I
think
.
But
the
Lord
of
the
City
,
Beregond
,
has
fallen
before
his
city
is
taken
.
He
is
fey
and
dangerous
.
'
Quickly
he
told
of
Denethor
's
strange
words
and
deeds
.
'
I
must
find
Gandalf
at
once
.
'
'
Then
you
must
go
down
to
the
battle
.
'
'
I
know
.
The
Lord
has
given
me
leave
.
But
,
Beregond
,
if
you
can
,
do
something
to
stop
any
dreadful
thing
happening
.
'
'
The
Lord
does
not
permit
those
who
wear
the
black
and
silver
to
leave
their
post
for
any
cause
,
save
at
his
own
command
.
'
'
Well
,
you
must
choose
between
orders
and
the
life
of
Faramir
,
'
said
Pippin
.
'
And
as
for
orders
,
I
think
you
have
a
madman
to
deal
with
,
not
a
lord
.
I
must
run
.
I
will
return
if
I
can
.
'
He
ran
on
,
down
,
down
towards
the
outer
city
.
Men
flying
back
from
the
burning
passed
him
,
and
some
seeing
his
livery
turned
and
shouted
,
but
he
paid
no
heed
.
At
last
he
was
through
the
Second
Gate
,
beyond
which
great
fires
leaped
up
between
the
walls
.
Yet
it
seemed
strangely
silent
.
No
noise
or
shouts
of
battle
or
din
of
arms
could
be
heard
.
Then
suddenly
there
was
a
dreadful
cry
and
a
great
shock
,
and
a
deep
echoing
boom
.
Forcing
himself
on
against
a
gust
of
fear
and
horror
that
shook
him
almost
to
his
knees
.
Pippin
turned
a
corner
opening
on
the
wide
place
behind
the
City
Gate
.
He
stopped
dead
.
He
had
found
Gandalf
;
but
he
shrank
back
,
cowering
into
a
shadow
.
Ever
since
the
middle
night
the
great
assault
had
gone
on
.
The
drums
rolled
.
To
the
north
and
to
the
south
company
upon
company
of
the
enemy
pressed
to
the
walls
.
There
came
great
beasts
,
like
moving
houses
in
the
red
and
fitful
light
,
the
mûmakil
of
the
Harad
dragging
through
the
lanes
amid
the
fires
huge
towers
and
engines
.
Yet
their
Captain
cared
not
greatly
what
they
did
or
how
many
might
be
slain
:
their
purpose
was
only
to
test
the
strength
of
the
defence
and
to
keep
the
men
of
Gondor
busy
in
many
places
.
It
was
against
the
Gate
that
he
would
throw
his
heaviest
weight
.
Very
strong
it
might
be
,
wrought
of
steel
and
iron
,
and
guarded
with
towers
and
bastions
of
indomitable
stone
,
yet
it
was
the
key
,
the
weakest
point
in
all
that
high
and
impenetrable
wall
.
The
drums
rolled
louder
.
Fires
leaped
up
.
Great
engines
crawled
across
the
field
;
and
in
the
midst
was
a
huge
ram
,
great
as
a
forest-tree
a
hundred
feet
in
length
,
swinging
on
mighty
chains
.
Long
had
it
been
forging
in
the
dark
smithies
of
Mordor
,
and
its
hideous
head
,
founded
of
black
steel
,
was
shaped
in
the
likeness
of
a
ravening
wolf
;
on
it
spells
of
ruin
lay
.
Grond
they
named
it
,
in
memory
of
the
Hammer
of
the
Underworld
of
old
.
Great
beasts
drew
it
,
Orcs
surrounded
it
,
and
behind
walked
mountain-trolls
to
wield
it
.
