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you have given me。'
'Do as you will； Master Halfling；' said Denethor。 'But my life is broken。 Send for my servants！'
He turned back to Faramir。
Pippin left him and called for the servants； and they came： six men of the household； strong and
fair； yet they trembled at the summons。 But in a quiet voice Denethor bade them lay warm coverlets
on Faramir's bed and take it up。 And they did so； and lifting up the bed they bore it from the
chamber。 Slowly they paced to trouble the fevered man as little as might be； and Denethor； now
bending on a staff； followed them； and last came Pippin。
Out from the White Tower they walked； as if to a funeral； out into the darkness； where the
overhanging cloud was lit beneath with flickers of dull red。 Softly they paced the great courtyard；
and at a word from Denethor halted beside the Withered Tree。
All was silent； save for the rumour of war in the City down below； and they heard the water
dripping sadly from the dead branches into the dark pool。 Then they went on through the Citadel
gate； where the sentinel stared at them in wonder and dismay as they passed by。 Turning westward
they came at length to a door in the rearward wall of the sixth circle。 Fen Hollen it was called； for it
was kept ever shut save at times of funeral； and only the Lord of the City might use that way； or
those who bore the token of the tombs and tended the houses of the dead。 Beyond it went a winding
road that descended in many curves down to the narrow land under the shadow of Mindolluin's
precipice where stood the mansions of the dead Kings and of their Stewards。
A porter sat in a little house beside the way； and with fear in his eyes he came forth bearing a
lantern in his hand。 At the Lord's mand he unlocked the door； and silently it swung back； and
they passed through； taking the lantern from his hand。 It was dark on the climbing road between
ancient walls and many…pillared balusters looming in the swaying lantern…beam。 Their slow feet
echoed as they walked down； down； until at last they came to the Silent Street； Rath Dínen；
between pale domes and empty halls and images of men long dead； and they entered into the House
of the Stewards and set down their burden。
There Pippin； staring uneasily about him； saw that he was in a wide vaulted chamber； draped as
it were with the great shadows that the little lantern threw upon its shrouded walls。 And dimly to be
seen were many rows of tables； carved of marble； and upon each table lay a sleeping form； hands
folded； head pillowed upon stone。 But one table near at hand stood broad and bare。 Upon it at a sign
from Denethor they laid Faramir and his father side by side； and covered them with one covering；
and stood then with bowed heads as mourners beside a bed of death。 Then Denethor spoke in a low
voice。
'Here we will wait；' he said。 'But send not for the embalmers。 Bring us wood quick to burn； and
lay it all about us； and beneath； and pour oil upon it。 And when I bid you thrust in a torch。 Do this
and speak no more to me。 Farewell！'
'By your leave； lord！' said Pippin and turned and fled in terror from the deathly house。 'Poor
Faramir！' he thought。 'I must find Gandalf。 Poor Faramir！ Quite likely he needs medicine more than
tears。 Oh； where can I find Gandalf？ In the thick of things； I suppose； and he will have no time to
spare for dying men or madmen。'
At the door he turned to one of the servants who had remained on guard there。 'Your master is
not himself；' he said。 'Go slow！ Bring no fire to this place while Faramir lives！ Do nothing until
Gandalf es！'
'Who is the master of Minas Tirith？' the man answered。 'The Lord Denethor or the Grey
Wanderer？'
'The Grey Wanderer or no one； it would seem；' said Pippin； and he sped back and up the
winding way as swiftly as his feet would carry him； past the astonished porter； out through the door；
and on； till he came near the gate of the Citadel。 The sentinel hailed him as he went by； and he
recognized the voice of Beregond。
'Whither do you run； Master Peregrin？' he cried。
'To find Mithrandir；' Pippin answered。
'The Lord's errands are urgent and should not be hindered by me；' said Beregond； 'but tell me
quickly； if you may： what goes forward？ Whither has my Lord gone？ I have just e on duty； but
I heard that he passed towards the Closed Door； and men were bearing Faramir before him。'
'Yes；' said Pippin； 'to the Silent Street。'
Beregond bowed his head to hide his tears。 'They said that he was dying；' he sighed； 'and now he
is dead。'
'No；' said Pippin； 'not yet。 And even now his death might be prevented； I think。 But the Lord of
the City； Beregond； has fallen before his city is taken。 He is fey and dangerous。' Quickly he told of
Denethor's strange words and deeds。 'I must find Gandalf at once。'
'Then you must go down to the battle。'
'I know。 The Lord has given me leave。 But； Beregond； if you can； do something to stop any
dreadful thing happening。'
'The Lord does not permit those who wear the black and silver to leave their post for any cause；
save at his own mand。'
'Well； you must choose between orders and the life of Faramir；' said Pippin。 'And as for orders； I
think you have a madman to deal with； not a lord。 I must run。 I will return if I can。'
He ran on； down； down towards the outer city。 Men flying back from the burning passed him；
and some seeing his livery turned and shouted； but he paid no heed。 At last he was through the
Second Gate； beyond which great fires leaped up between the walls。 Yet it seemed strangely silent。
No noise or shouts of battle or din of arms could be heard。 Then suddenly there was a dreadful cry
and a great shock； and a deep echoing boom。 Forcing himself on against a gust of fear and horror
that shook him almost to his knees。 Pippin turned a corner opening on the wide place behind the
City Gate。 He stopped dead。 He had found Gandalf； but he shrank back； cowering into a shadow。
Ever since the middle night the great assault had gone on。 The drums rolled。 To the north and to
the