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Merry
crawled
on
all
fours
like
a
dazed
beast
,
and
such
a
horror
was
on
him
that
he
was
blind
and
sick
.
'
King
's
man
!
King
's
man
!
'
his
heart
cried
within
him
.
'
You
must
stay
by
him
.
As
a
father
you
shall
be
to
me
,
you
said
.
'
But
his
will
made
no
answer
,
and
his
body
shook
.
He
dared
not
open
his
eyes
or
look
up
.
Then
out
of
the
blackness
in
his
mind
he
thought
that
he
heard
Dernhelm
speaking
;
yet
now
the
voice
seemed
strange
,
recalling
some
other
voice
that
he
had
known
.
'
Begone
,
foul
dwimmerlaik
,
lord
of
carrion
!
Leave
the
dead
in
peace
!
'
A
cold
voice
answered
:
'
Come
not
between
the
Nazgûl
and
his
prey
!
Or
he
will
not
slay
thee
in
thy
turn
.
He
will
bear
thee
away
to
the
houses
of
lamentation
,
beyond
all
darkness
,
where
thy
flesh
shall
be
devoured
,
and
thy
shrivelled
mind
be
left
naked
to
the
Lidless
Eye
.
'
A
sword
rang
as
it
was
drawn
.
'
Do
what
you
will
;
but
I
will
hinder
it
,
if
I
may
.
'
'
Hinder
me
?
Thou
fool
.
No
living
man
may
hinder
me
!
'
Then
Merry
heard
of
all
sounds
in
that
hour
the
strangest
.
It
seemed
that
Dernhelm
laughed
,
and
the
clear
voice
was
like
the
ring
of
steel
.
'
But
no
living
man
am
I
!
You
look
upon
a
woman
.
Éowyn
I
am
,
Éomund
's
daughter
.
You
stand
between
me
and
my
lord
and
kin
.
Begone
,
if
you
be
not
deathless
!
For
living
or
dark
undead
,
I
will
smite
you
,
if
you
touch
him
.
'
The
winged
creature
screamed
at
her
,
but
the
Ringwraith
made
no
answer
,
and
was
silent
,
as
if
in
sudden
doubt
.
Very
amazement
for
a
moment
conquered
Merry
's
fear
.
He
opened
his
eyes
and
the
blackness
was
lifted
from
them
.
There
some
paces
from
him
sat
the
great
beast
,
and
all
seemed
dark
about
it
,
and
above
it
loomed
the
Nazgûl
Lord
like
a
shadow
of
despair
.
A
little
to
the
left
facing
them
stood
she
whom
he
had
called
Dernhelm
.
But
the
helm
of
her
secrecy
,
had
fallen
from
her
,
and
her
bright
hair
,
released
from
its
bonds
,
gleamed
with
pale
gold
upon
her
shoulders
.
Her
eyes
grey
as
the
sea
were
hard
and
fell
,
and
yet
tears
were
on
her
cheek
.
A
sword
was
in
her
hand
,
and
she
raised
her
shield
against
the
horror
of
her
enemy
's
eyes
.
