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'
Farewell
,
Master
Holbytla
!
'
he
said
.
'
My
body
is
broken
.
I
go
to
my
fathers
.
And
even
in
their
mighty
company
I
shall
not
now
be
ashamed
.
I
felled
the
black
serpent
.
A
grim
morn
,
and
a
glad
day
,
and
a
golden
sunset
!
'
Merry
could
not
speak
,
but
wept
anew
.
'
Forgive
me
,
lord
,
'
he
said
at
last
,
'
if
I
broke
your
command
,
and
yet
have
done
no
more
in
your
service
than
to
weep
at
our
parting
.
'
The
old
king
smiled
.
'
Grieve
not
!
It
is
forgiven
.
Great
heart
will
not
be
denied
.
Live
now
in
blessedness
;
and
when
you
sit
in
peace
with
your
pipe
,
think
of
me
!
For
never
now
shall
I
sit
with
you
in
Meduseld
,
as
I
promised
,
or
listen
to
your
herb-lore
.
'
He
closed
his
eyes
,
and
Merry
bowed
beside
him
.
Presently
he
spoke
again
.
'
Where
is
Éomer
?
For
my
eyes
darken
,
and
I
would
see
him
ere
I
go
.
He
must
be
king
after
me
.
And
I
would
send
word
to
Éowyn
.
She
,
she
would
not
have
me
leave
her
,
and
now
I
shall
not
see
her
again
,
dearer
than
daughter
.
'
'
Lord
,
lord
,
'
began
Merry
brokenly
,
'
she
is
-
'
;
but
at
that
moment
there
was
a
great
clamour
,
and
all
about
them
horns
and
trumpets
were
blowing
.
Merry
looked
round
:
he
had
forgotten
the
war
,
and
all
the
world
beside
,
and
many
hours
it
seemed
since
the
king
rode
to
his
fall
,
though
in
truth
it
was
only
a
little
while
.
But
now
he
saw
that
they
were
in
danger
of
being
caught
in
the
very
midst
of
the
great
battle
that
would
soon
be
joined
.
New
forces
of
the
enemy
were
hastening
up
the
road
from
the
River
;
and
from
under
the
walls
came
the
legions
of
Morgul
;
and
from
the
southward
fields
came
footmen
of
Harad
with
horsemen
before
them
,
and
behind
them
rose
the
huge
backs
of
the
mûmakil
with
war-towers
upon
them
.
But
northward
the
white
crest
of
Éomer
led
the
great
front
of
the
Rohirrim
which
he
had
again
gathered
and
marshalled
;
and
out
of
the
City
came
all
the
strength
of
men
that
was
in
it
,
and
the
silver
swan
of
Dol
Amroth
was
borne
in
the
van
,
driving
the
enemy
from
the
Gate
.
For
a
moment
the
thought
flitted
through
Merry
's
mind
:
'
Where
is
Gandalf
?
Is
he
not
here
?
Could
he
not
have
saved
the
king
and
Éowyn
?
'
But
thereupon
Éomer
rode
up
in
haste
,
and
with
him
came
the
knights
of
the
household
that
still
lived
and
had
now
mastered
their
horses
.
They
looked
in
wonder
at
the
carcase
of
the
fell
beast
that
lay
there
:
and
their
steeds
would
not
go
near
.
But
Éomer
leaped
from
the
saddle
,
and
grief
and
dismay
fell
upon
him
as
he
came
to
the
king
's
side
and
stood
there
in
silence
.
Then
one
of
the
knights
took
the
king
's
banner
from
the
hand
of
Guthláf
the
banner-bearer
who
lay
dead
,
and
he
lifted
it
up
.
Slowly
Théoden
opened
his
eyes
.
Seeing
the
banner
he
made
a
sign
that
it
should
be
given
to
Éomer
.
'
Hail
,
King
of
the
Mark
!
'
he
said
.
'
Ride
now
to
victory
!
Bid
Éowyn
farewell
!
'
And
so
he
died
,
and
knew
not
that
Éowyn
lay
near
him
.
And
those
who
stood
by
wept
,
crying
:
'
Théoden
King
!
Théoden
King
!
'
But
Éomer
said
to
them
:
Mourn
not
overmuch
!
Mighty
was
the
fallen
,
