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'
Éomer
,
my
son
!
You
lead
the
first
éored
,
'
said
Théoden
;
'
and
it
shall
go
behind
the
king
's
banner
in
the
centre
.
Elfhelm
,
lead
your
company
to
the
right
when
we
pass
the
wall
.
And
Grimbold
shall
lead
his
towards
the
left
.
Let
the
other
companies
behind
follow
these
three
that
lead
,
as
they
have
chance
.
Strike
wherever
the
enemy
gathers
.
Other
plans
we
can
not
make
,
for
we
know
not
yet
how
things
stand
upon
the
field
.
Forth
now
,
and
fear
no
darkness
!
'
The
leading
company
rode
off
as
swiftly
as
they
could
,
for
it
was
still
deep
dark
,
whatever
change
Wídfara
might
forebode
.
Merry
was
riding
behind
Dernhelm
,
clutching
with
the
left
hand
while
with
the
other
he
tried
to
loosen
his
sword
in
its
sheath
.
He
felt
now
bitterly
the
truth
of
the
old
king
's
words
:
in
such
a
battle
what
would
you
do
Meriadoc
?
Just
this
,
'
he
thought
:
'
encumber
a
rider
,
and
hope
at
best
to
stay
in
my
seat
and
not
be
pounded
to
death
by
galloping
hoofs
!
'
It
was
no
more
than
a
league
to
where
the
out-walls
had
stood
.
They
soon
reached
them
;
too
soon
for
Merry
.
Wild
cries
broke
out
,
and
there
was
some
clash
of
arms
,
but
it
was
brief
.
The
orcs
busy
about
the
walls
were
few
and
amazed
,
and
they
were
quickly
slain
or
driven
off
.
Before
the
ruin
of
the
north-gate
in
the
Rammas
the
king
halted
again
.
The
first
éored
drew
up
behind
him
and
about
him
on
either
side
.
Dernhelm
kept
close
to
the
king
,
though
Elfhelm
's
company
was
away
on
the
right
.
Grimbold
's
men
turned
aside
and
passed
round
to
a
great
gap
in
the
wall
further
eastward
.
Merry
peered
from
behind
Dernhelm
's
back
.
Far
away
,
maybe
ten
miles
or
more
,
there
was
a
great
burning
,
but
between
it
and
the
Riders
lines
of
fire
blazed
in
a
vast
crescent
,
at
the
nearest
point
less
than
a
league
distant
.
He
could
make
out
little
more
on
the
dark
plain
,
and
as
yet
he
neither
saw
any
hope
of
morning
,
nor
felt
any
wind
,
changed
or
unchanged
.
Now
silently
the
host
of
Rohan
moved
forward
into
the
field
of
Gondor
,
pouring
in
slowly
but
steadily
,
like
the
rising
tide
through
breaches
in
a
dike
that
men
have
thought
secure
.
But
the
mind
and
will
of
the
Black
Captain
were
bent
wholly
on
the
falling
city
,
and
as
yet
no
tidings
came
to
him
warning
that
his
designs
held
any
flaw
.
After
a
while
the
king
led
his
men
away
somewhat
eastward
,
to
come
between
the
fires
of
the
siege
and
the
outer
fields
.
Still
they
were
unchallenged
,
and
still
Théoden
gave
no
signal
.
At
last
he
halted
once
again
.
The
City
was
now
nearer
.
A
smell
of
burning
was
in
the
air
and
a
very
shadow
of
death
.
The
horses
were
uneasy
.
But
the
king
sat
upon
Snowmane
,
motionless
,
gazing
upon
the
agony
of
Minas
Tirith
,
as
if
stricken
suddenly
by
anguish
,
or
by
dread
.
He
seemed
to
shrink
down
,
cowed
by
age
.
Merry
himself
felt
as
if
a
great
weight
of
horror
and
doubt
had
settled
on
him
.
His
heart
beat
slowly
.
Time
seemed
poised
in
uncertainty
.
They
were
too
late
!
Too
late
was
worse
than
never
!
Perhaps
Théoden
would
quail
,
bow
his
old
head
,
turn
,
slink
away
to
hide
in
the
hills
.
Then
suddenly
Merry
felt
it
at
last
,
beyond
doubt
:
a
change
.
Wind
was
in
his
face
!
Light
was
glimmering
.
Far
,
far
away
,
in
the
South
the
clouds
could
be
dimly
seen
as
remote
grey
shapes
,
rolling
up
,
drifting
:
morning
lay
beyond
them
.
But
at
that
same
moment
there
was
a
flash
,
as
if
lightning
had
sprung
from
the
earth
beneath
the
City
.
For
a
searing
second
it
stood
dazzling
far
off
in
black
and
white
,
its
topmost
tower
like
a
glittering
needle
:
and
then
as
the
darkness
closed
again
there
came
rolling
over
the
fields
a
great
boom
.
At
that
sound
the
bent
shape
of
the
king
sprang
suddenly
erect
.
