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Tall
and
proud
he
seemed
again
;
and
rising
in
his
stirrups
he
cried
in
a
loud
voice
,
more
clear
than
any
there
had
ever
heard
a
mortal
man
achieve
before
:
Arise
,
arise
,
Riders
of
Théoden
!
Fell
deeds
awake
:
fire
and
slaughter
!
spear
shall
be
shaken
,
shield
be
splintered
,
a
sword-day
,
a
red
day
,
ere
the
sun
rises
!
Ride
now
,
ride
now
!
Ride
to
Gondor
!
With
that
he
seized
a
great
horn
from
Guthláf
his
banner-bearer
,
and
he
blew
such
a
blast
upon
it
that
it
burst
asunder
.
And
straightway
all
the
horns
in
the
host
were
lifted
up
in
music
,
and
the
blowing
of
the
horns
of
Rohan
in
that
hour
was
like
a
storm
upon
the
plain
and
a
thunder
in
the
mountains
.
Ride
now
,
ride
now
!
Ride
to
Gondor
!
Suddenly
the
king
cried
to
Snowmane
and
the
horse
sprang
away
.
Behind
him
his
banner
blew
in
the
wind
,
white
horse
upon
a
field
of
green
,
but
he
outpaced
it
.
After
him
thundered
the
knights
of
his
house
,
but
he
was
ever
before
them
.
Éomer
rode
there
,
the
white
horsetail
on
his
helm
floating
in
his
speed
,
and
the
front
of
the
first
éored
roared
like
a
breaker
foaming
to
the
shore
,
but
Théoden
could
not
be
overtaken
.
Fey
he
seemed
,
or
the
battle-fury
of
his
fathers
ran
like
new
tire
in
his
veins
,
and
he
was
borne
up
on
Snowmane
like
a
god
of
old
,
even
as
Oromë
the
Great
in
the
battle
of
the
Valar
when
the
world
was
young
.
His
golden
shield
was
uncovered
,
and
lo
!
it
shone
like
an
image
of
the
Sun
,
and
the
grass
flamed
into
green
about
the
white
feet
of
his
steed
For
morning
came
,
morning
and
a
wind
from
the
sea
;
and
the
darkness
was
removed
,
and
the
hosts
of
Mordor
wailed
,
and
terror
took
them
,
and
they
fled
,
and
died
,
and
the
hoofs
of
wrath
rode
over
them
.
And
then
all
the
host
of
Rohan
burst
into
song
,
and
they
sang
as
they
slew
,
for
the
joy
of
battle
was
on
them
,
and
the
sound
of
their
singing
that
was
fair
and
terrible
came
even
to
the
City
.
