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the dawn; and suddenly the sun climbed over the eastern shadow and sent forth a shaft that smote 
the face of the City。 Then Pippin cried aloud; for the Tower of Ecthelion; standing high within the 
topmost walls' shone out against the sky; glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver; tall and fair 
and shapely; and its pinnacle glittered as if it were wrought of crystals; and white banners broke 
and fluttered from the battlements in the morning breeze' and high and far he heard a clear ringing 
as of silver trumpets。

     So Gandalf and Peregrin rode to the Great Gate of the Men of Gondor at the rising of the sun; 
and its iron doors rolled back before them。
     'Mithrandir! Mithrandir!' men cried。 'Now we know that the storm is indeed nigh!'
     'It is upon you;' said Gandalf。 'I have ridden on its wings。 Let me pass! I must e to your Lord 
Denethor; while his stewardship lasts。 Whatever betide; you have e to the end of the Gondor 
that you have known。 Let me pass!'
     Then men fell back before the mand of his voice and questioned him no further; though they 
gazed in wonder at the hobbit that sat before him and at the horse that bore him。 For the people of 
the City used horses very little and they were seldom seen in their streets; save only those ridden by 
the errand…riders of their lord。 And they said: 'Surely that is one of the great steeds of the King of 
Rohan? Maybe the Rohirrim will e soon to strengthen us。' But Shadowfax walked proudly up 
the long winding road。

     For the fashion of Minas Tirith was such that it was built on seven levels; each delved into the 
hill; and about each was set a wall; and in each wall was a gate。 But the gates were not set in a line: 
the Great Gate in the City Wall was at the east point of the circuit; but the next faced half south; 
and the third half north; and so to and fro upwards; so that the paved way that climbed towards the 
Citadel turned first this way and then that across the face of the hill。 And each time that it passed 
the line of the Great Gate it went through an arched tunnel; piercing a vast pier of rock whose huge 
out…thrust bulk divided in two all the circles of the City save the first。 For partly in the primeval 
shaping of the hill; partly by the mighty craft and labour of old; there stood up from the rear of the 
wide court behind the Gate a towering bastion of stone; its edge sharp as a ship…keel facing east。 Up 
it rose; even to the level of the topmost circle; and there was crowned by a battlement; so that those 
in the Citadel might; like mariners in a mountainous ship; look from its peak sheer down upon the 
Gate seven hundred feet below。 The entrance to the Citadel also looked eastward; but was delved in 
the heart of the rock; thence a long lamp…lit slope ran up to the seventh gate。 Thus men reached at 
last the High Court; and the Place of the Fountain before the feet of the White Tower: tall and 
shapely; fifty fathoms from its base to the pinnacle; where the banner of the Stewards floated a 
thousand feet above the plain。
     A strong citadel it was indeed; and not to be taken by a host of enemies; if there were any within 
that could hold weapons; unless some foe could e behind and scale the lower skirts of 
Mindolluin; and so e upon the narrow shoulder that joined the Hill of Guard to the mountain 
mass。 But that shoulder; which rose to the height of the fifth wall; was hedged with great ramparts 
right up to the precipice that overhung its western end; and in that space stood the houses and 
domed tombs of bygone kings and lords; for ever silent between the mountain and the tower。

     Pippin gazed in growing wonder at the great stone city; vaster and more splendid than anything 
that he had dreamed of; greater and stronger than Isengard; and far more beautiful。 Yet it was in 
truth falling year by year into decay; and already it lacked half the men that could have dwelt at 
ease there。 In every street they passed some great house or court over whose doors and arched gates 
were carved many fair letters of strange and ancient shapes: names Pippin guessed of great men and 
kindreds that had once dwelt there; and yet now they were silent; and no footsteps rang on their 
wide pavements; nor voice was heard in their halls; nor any face looked out from door or empty 
window。
     At last they came out of shadow to the seventh gate; and the warm sun that shone down beyond 
the river; as Frodo walked in the glades of Ithilien; glowed here on the smooth walls and rooted 
pillars; and the great arch with keystone carven in the likeness of a crowned and kingly head。 
Gandalf dismounted; for no horse was allowed in the Citadel; and Shadowfax suffered himself to 
be led away at the soft word of his master。
     The Guards of the gate were robed in black; and their helms were of strange shape; high…
crowned; with long cheek…guards close…fitting to the face; and above the cheek…guards were set the 
white wings of sea…birds; but the helms gleamed with a flame of silver; for they were indeed 
wrought of _mithril_; heirlooms from the glory of old days。 Upon the black surcoats were 
embroidered in white a tree blossoming like snow beneath a silver crown and many…pointed stars。 
This was the livery of the heirs of Elendil; and none wore it now in all Gondor; save the Guards of 
the Citadel before the Court of the Fountain where the White Tree once had grown。

     Already it seemed that word of their ing had gone before them: and at once they were 
admitted; silently; and without question。 Quickly Gandalf strode across the white…paved court。 A 
sweet fountain played there in the morning sun; and a sward of bright green lay about it; but in the 
midst。 drooping over the pool; stood a dead tree; and the falling drops dripped sadly from its barren 
and broken branches back into the clear water。
     Pippin glanced at it as he hurried after Gandalf。 It looked mournful; he thought; and he 
wondered why the dead tree was left in this place where everything else was well tended。
     _Seven stars and seven stones and one white tree。_
     The words that Gandalf had murmured came back into hi
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