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shot they flew； and yet were ever present； and their deadly voices rent the air。 More unbearable they
became； not less； at each new cry。 At length even the stout…hearted would fling themselves to the
ground as the hidden menace passed over them； or they would stand； letting their weapons fall from
nerveless hands while into their minds a blackness came； and they thought no more of war； but only
of hiding and of crawling； and of death。
During all this black day Faramir lay upon his bed in the chamber of the White Tower；
wandering in a desperate fever； dying someone said； and soon 'dying' all men were saying upon the
walls and in the streets。 And by him his father sat； and said nothing； but watched； and gave no
longer any heed to the defence。
No hours so dark had Pippin known； not even in the clutches of the Uruk…hai。 It was his duty to
wait upon the Lord； and wait he did； forgotten it seemed； standing by the door of the unlit chamber；
mastering his own fears as best he could。 And as he watched； it seemed to him that Denethor grew
old before his eyes； as if something had snapped in his proud will； and his stern mind was
overthrown。 Grief maybe had wrought it； and remorse。 He saw tears on that once tearless face；
more unbearable than wrath。
'Do not weep； lord；' he stammered。 'Perhaps he will get well。 Have you asked Gandalf？'
'fort me not with wizards！' said Denethor。 'The fool's hope has failed。 The Enemy has found
it； and now his power waxes； he sees our very thoughts； and all we do is ruinous。
'I sent my son forth； unthanked； unblessed； out into needless peril； and here he lies with poison
in his veins。 Nay； nay； whatever may now betide in war； my line too is ending； even the House of
the Stewards has failed。 Mean folk shall rule the last remnant of the Kings of Men； lurking in the
hills until all are hounded out。'
Men came to the door crying for the Lord of the City。 'Nay； I will not e down；' he said。 'I
must stay beside my son。 He might still speak before the end。 But that is near。 Follow whom you
will； even the Grey Fool； though his hope has failed。 Here I stay。'
So it was that Gandalf took mand of the last defence of the City of Gondor。 Wherever he
came men's hearts would lift again； and the winged shadows pass from memory。 Tirelessly he
strode from Citadel to Gate； from north to south about the wall； and with him went the Prince of
Dol Amroth in his shining mail。 For he and his knights still held themselves like lords in whom the
race of Númenor ran true。 Men that saw them whispered saying： 'Belike the old tales speak well；
there is Elvish blood in the veins of that folk； for the people of Nimrodel dwelt in that land once
long ago。' And then one would sing amid the gloom some staves of the Lay of Nimrodel； or other
songs of the Vale of Anduin out of vanished years。
And yet – when they had gone； the shadows closed on men again； and their hearts went cold；
and the valour of Gondor withered into ash。 And so slowly they passed out of a dim day of fears
into the darkness of a desperate night。 Fires now raged unchecked in the first circle of the City； and
the garrison upon the outer wall was already in many places cut off from retreat。 But the faithful
who remained there at their posts were few； most had fled beyond the second gate。
Far behind the battle the River had been swiftly bridged； and all day more force and gear of war
had poured across。 Now at last in the middle night the assault was loosed。 The vanguard passed
through the trenches of fire by many devious paths that had been left between them。 On they came；
reckless of their loss as they approached； still bunched and herded； within the range of bowmen on
the wall。 But indeed there were too few now left there to do them great damage； though the light of
the fires showed up many a mark for archers of such skill as Gondor once had boasted。 Then
perceiving that the valour of the City was already beaten down； the hidden Captain put forth his
strength。 Slowly the great siege…towers built in Osgiliath rolled forward through the dark。
Messengers came again to the chamber in the White Tower； and Pippin let them enter； for they
were urgent。 Denethor turned his head slowly from Faramir's face； and looked at them silently。
'The first circle of the City is burning； lord；' they said。 'What are your mands？ You are still
the Lord and Steward。 Not all will follow Mithrandir。 Men are flying from the walls and leaving
them unmanned。'
'Why？ Why do the fools fly？' said Denethor。 'Better to burn sooner than late； for burn we must。
Go back to your bonfire！ And I？ I will go now to my pyre。 To my pyre！ No tomb for Denethor and
Faramir。 No tomb！ No long slow sleep of death embalmed。 We will burn like heathen kings before
ever a ship sailed hither from the West。 The West has failed。 Go back and burn！'
The messengers without bow or answer turned and fled。
Now Denethor stood up and released the fevered hand of Faramir that he had held。 'He is
burning； already burning；' he said sadly。 'The house of his spirit crumbles。' Then stepping softly
towards Pippin he looked down at him。
'Farewell！' he said。 'Farewell； Peregrin son of Paladin！ Your service has been short； and now it is
drawing to an end。 I release you from the little that remains。 Go now； and die in what way seems
best to you。 And with whom you will； even that friend whose folly brought you to this death。 Send
for my servants and then go。 Farewell！'
'I will not say farewell； my lord；' said Pippin kneeling。 And then suddenly hobbit…like once more；
he stood up and looked the old man in the eyes。 'I will take your leave； sir；' he said； 'for I want to
see Gandalf very much indeed。 But he is no fool； and I will not think of dying until he despairs of
life。 But from my word and your service I do not wish to be released while you live。 And if they
e at last to the Citadel； I hope to be here and stand beside you and earn perhaps the arms that
you have given me。'
'Do as you will； Master Halfling；' said Denethor。 'But my life is broken。 Sen