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are far afield； and this darkness is yet darker。 Such good will should not be denied。 Say no more to
any man； but e！'
'Thank you indeed！' said Merry。 'Thank you； sir； though I do not know your name。'
'Do you not？' said the Rider softly。 'Then call me Dernhelm。'
Thus it came to pass that when the king set out； before Dernhelm sat Meriadoc the hobbit； and
the great grey steed Windfola made little of the burden； for Dernhelm was less in weight than many
men； though lithe and well…knit in frame。
On into the shadow they rode。 In the willow…thickets where Snowbourn flowed into Entwash；
twelve leagues east of Edoras； they camped that night。 And then on again through the Folde； and
through the Fenmarch； where to their right great oakwoods climbed on the skirts of the hills under
the shades of dark Halifirien by the borders of Gondor； but away to their left the mists lay on the
marshes fed by the mouths of Entwash。 And as they rode rumour came of war in the North。 Lone
men； riding wild； brought word of foes assailing their east…borders； of orc…hosts marching in the
Wold of Rohan。
'Ride on！ Ride on！' cried éomer。 'Too late now to turn aside。 The fens of Entwash must guard
our flank。 Haste now we need。 Ride on！'
And so King Théoden departed from his own realm； and mile by mile the long road wound
away； and the beacon hills marched past： Calenhad； Min…Rimmon； Erelas； Nardol。 But their fires
were quenched。 All the lands were grey and still； and ever the shadow deepened before them； and
hope waned in every heart。
_Chapter 4_
The Siege of Gondor
Pippin was roused by Gandalf。 Candles were lit in their chamber； for only a dim twilight came
through the windows； the air was heavy as with approaching thunder。
'What is the time？' said Pippin yawning。
'Past the second hour；' said Gandalf。 'Time to get up and make yourself presentable。 You are
summoned to the Lord of the City to learn your new duties。'
'And will he provide breakfast？'
'No！ I have provided it： all that you will get till noon。 Food is now doled out by order。'
Pippin looked ruefully at the small loaf and （he thought） very inadequate pat of butter which
was set out for him； beside a cup of thin milk。 'Why did you bring me here？' he said。
'You know quite well；' said Gandalf。 'To keep you out of mischief； and if you do not like being
here； you can remember that you brought it on yourself。' Pippin said no more。
Before long he was walking with Gandalf once more down the cold corridor to the door of the
Tower Hall。 There Denethor sat in a grey gloom； like an old patient spider； Pippin thought： he did
not seem to have moved since the day before。 He beckoned Gandalf to a seat； but Pippin was left
for a while standing unheeded。 Presently the old man turned to him：
'Well； Master Peregrin； I hope that you used yesterday to your profit； and to your liking？ Though
I fear that the board is barer in this city than you could wish。'
Pippin had an unfortable feeling that most of what he had said or done was somehow known
to the Lord of the City； and much was guessed of what he thought as well。 He did not answer。
'What would you do in my service？'
'I thought； sir； that you would tell me my duties。'
'I will； when I learn what you are fit for；' said Denethor。 'But that I shall learn soonest； maybe； if
I keep you beside me。 The esquire of my chamber has begged leave to go to the out…garrison； so
you shall take his place for a while。 You shall wait on me； bear errands； and talk to me； if war and
council leave me any leisure。 Can you sing？'
'Yes；' said Pippin。 'Well； yes； well enough for my own people。 But we have no songs fit for great
halls and evil times； lord。 We seldom sing of anything more terrible than wind or rain。 And most of
my songs are about things that make us laugh； or about food and drink； of course。'
'And why should such songs be unfit for my halls； or for such hours as these？ We who have
lived long under the Shadow may surely listen to echoes from a land untroubled by it？ Then we
may feel that our vigil was not fruitless； though it may have been thankless。'
Pippin's heart sank。 He did not relish the idea of singing any song of the Shire to the Lord of
Minas Tirith； certainly not the ic ones that he knew best； they were too； well； rustic for such an
occasion。 He was however spared the ordeal for the present。 He was not manded to sing。
Denethor turned to Gandalf； asking questions about the Rohirrim and their policies； and the
position of éomer； the king's nephew。 Pippin marvelled at the amount that the Lord seemed to
know about a people that lived far away； though it must； he thought； be many years since Denethor
himself had ridden abroad。
Presently Denethor waved to Pippin and dismissed him again for a while。 'Go to the armouries
of the Citadel；' he said； 'and get you there the livery and gear of the Tower。 It will be ready。 It was
manded yesterday。 Return when you are clad！'
It was as he said； and Pippin soon found himself arrayed in strange garments； all of black and
silver。 He had a small hauberk； its rings forged of steel； maybe； yet black as jet； and a high…crowned
helm with small raven…wings on either side； set with a silver star in the centre of the circlet。 Above
the mail was a short surcoat of black； but broidered on the breast in silver with the token of the Tree。
His old clothes were folded and put away； but he was permitted to keep the grey cloak of Lórien；
though not to wear it when on duty。 He looked now； had he known it； verily _Ernil i Pheriannath_；
the Prince of the Halflings； that folk had called him； but he felt unfortable。 And the gloom
began to weigh on his spirits。
It was dark and dim all day。 From the sunless dawn until evening the heavy shadow had
deepened； and all hearts in the City were oppressed。 Far above a great cloud streamed slowly
westward from the Black Land； devouring light； borne upon a wind of war； but below the air was
still and breathless； as if all the Vale of And