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Then
the
prince
seeing
her
beauty
,
though
her
face
was
pale
and
cold
,
touched
her
hand
as
he
bent
to
look
more
closely
on
her
.
'
Men
of
Rohan
!
'
he
cried
.
'
Are
there
no
leeches
among
you
?
She
is
hurt
to
the
death
maybe
,
but
I
deem
that
she
yet
lives
.
'
And
he
held
the
bright-burnished
vambrace
that
was
upon
his
arm
before
her
cold
tips
,
and
behold
!
a
little
mist
was
laid
on
it
hardly
to
be
seen
.
'
Haste
now
is
needed
,
'
he
said
,
and
he
sent
one
riding
back
swiftly
to
the
City
to
bring
aid
.
But
he
bowing
low
to
the
fallen
,
bade
them
farewell
,
and
mounting
rode
away
into
battle
.
And
now
the
fighting
waxed
furious
on
the
fields
of
the
Pelennor
;
and
the
din
of
arms
rose
upon
high
,
with
the
crying
of
men
and
the
neighing
of
horses
.
Horns
were
blown
and
trumpets
were
braying
,
and
the
mûmakil
were
bellowing
as
they
were
goaded
to
war
.
Under
the
south
walls
of
the
City
the
footmen
of
Gondor
now
drove
against
the
legions
of
Morgul
that
were
still
gathered
there
in
strength
.
But
the
horsemen
rode
eastward
to
the
succour
of
Éomer
:
Húrin
the
Tall
Warden
of
the
Keys
,
and
the
Lord
of
Lossarnach
,
and
Hirluin
of
the
Green
Hills
,
and
Prince
Imrahil
the
fair
with
his
knights
all
about
him
.
Not
too
soon
came
their
aid
to
the
Rohirrim
;
for
fortune
had
turned
against
Éomer
,
and
his
fury
had
betrayed
him
.
The
great
wrath
of
his
onset
had
utterly
overthrown
the
front
of
his
enemies
,
and
great
wedges
of
his
Riders
had
passed
clear
through
the
ranks
of
the
Southrons
,
discomfiting
their
horsemen
and
riding
their
footmen
to
ruin
.
But
wherever
the
mûmakil
came
there
the
horses
would
not
go
,
but
blenched
and
swerved
away
;
and
the
great
monsters
were
unfought
,
and
stood
like
towers
of
defence
,
and
the
Haradrim
rallied
about
them
.
And
if
the
Rohirrim
at
their
onset
were
thrice
outnumbered
by
the
Haradrim
alone
,
soon
their
case
became
worse
;
for
new
strength
came
now
streaming
to
the
field
out
of
Osgiliath
.
There
they
had
been
mustered
for
the
sack
of
the
City
and
the
rape
of
Gondor
,
waiting
on
the
call
of
their
Captain
.
He
now
was
destroyed
;
but
Gothmog
the
lieutenant
of
Morgul
had
flung
them
into
the
fray
;
Easterlings
with
axes
,
and
Variags
of
Khand
.
Southrons
in
scarlet
,
and
out
of
Far
Harad
black
men
like
half-trolls
with
white
eyes
and
red
tongues
.
Some
now
hastened
up
behind
the
Rohirrim
,
others
held
westward
to
hold
off
the
forces
of
Gondor
and
prevent
their
joining
with
Rohan
.
It
was
even
as
the
day
thus
began
to
turn
against
Gondor
and
their
hope
wavered
that
a
new
cry
went
up
in
the
City
,
it
being
then
midmorning
,
and
a
great
wind
blowing
,
and
the
rain
flying
north
,
and
the
sun
shining
.
In
that
clear
air
watchmen
on
the
walls
saw
afar
a
new
sight
of
fear
,
and
their
last
hope
left
them
.
For
Anduin
,
from
the
bend
at
the
Harlond
,
so
flowed
that
from
the
City
men
could
look
down
it
lengthwise
for
some
leagues
,
and
the
far-sighted
could
see
any
ships
that
approached
.
And
looking
thither
they
cried
in
dismay
;
for
black
against
the
glittering
stream
they
beheld
a
fleet
borne
up
on
the
wind
:
dromunds
,
and
ships
of
great
draught
with
many
oars
,
and
with
black
sails
bellying
in
the
breeze
.
'
The
Corsairs
of
Umbar
!
'
men
shouted
.
'
The
Corsairs
of
Umbar
!
Look
!
The
Corsairs
of
Umbar
are
coming
!
So
Belfalas
is
taken
,
and
the
Ethir
,
and
Lebennin
is
gone
.
The
Corsairs
are
upon
us
!
It
is
the
last
stroke
of
doom
!
'
And
some
without
order
,
for
none
could
he
found
to
command
them
in
the
City
,
ran
to
the
bells
and
tolled
the
alarm
;
and
some
blew
the
trumpets
sounding
the
retreat
.
'
Back
to
the
walls
!
'
they
cried
.
'
Back
to
the
walls
!
Come
back
to
the
City
before
all
are
overwhelmed
!
'
But
the
wind
that
sped
the
ships
blew
all
their
clamour
away
.
