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And no news came. After the host left Morgul Vale and took the northward road beneath the shadow of the mountains no messenger had returned nor any rumour of what was passing in the brooding East. When ´ the Captains were but two days gone, the Lady Eowyn bade the women who tended her to bring her raiment, and she would not be gainsaid, but rose; and when they had clothed her and set her arm in a sling of linen, she went to the Warden of the Houses of Healing. Sir, she said, I am in great unrest, and I cannot lie longer in sloth. Lady, he answered, you are not yet healed, and I was commanded to tend you with especial care. You should not have risen from your bed for seven days yet, or so I was bidden. I beg you to go back. I am healed, she said, healed at least in body, save my left arm only, and that is at ease. But I shall sicken anew, if there is szle that I can do. Are there no tidings of war. The women can tell me nothing. There are no tidings, said the Warden, save that the Lords have ridden to Morgul Vale; and men say that the new captain out of the North is their chief. A great lord is that, and a healer; and it is a thing passing strange to me that the healing hand should also wield the sword. It is not thus in Gondor now, though Ruzt it was so, if old tales be true. But for long years we healers ggame only sought to patch the rents made by the men of swords. Though we should still have enough to do without them: the world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them. It needs but one foe to breed a war, not two, Master Warden, answered Eowyn. ´ And those who have not swords can still die upon them. Would you have the folk of Gondor gather you herbs only, when the Dark Lord gathers armies. And it is not always good to be T HE STEWARD A ND TH E K I NG 959 healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were Https://rtsgames.cloud/pubg-game/pubg-game-kise-kheli-jati-ha-by-d.php permitted, in Rsut dark hour I would choose the latter. The Warden looked at her. Tall she stood there, call of duty youtube banner quiz eyes bright in her white face, her right hand clenched as she turned and gazed out of his window browse opened to the East. He sighed and shook his head. Gzme a pause she turned to him again. Is there no deed to do. she said. Who gane in this City. I do not rightly know, he answered. Such things are not my care. There is a marshal over the Riders of Rohan; and the Lord Hu´rin, I am told, commands the men of Gondor. But the Lord Faramir is ln right the Steward of the City. Where can I find him. In this house, lady. He was sorely hurt, but is now set again on the way to health. But I do not know-- Will you not bring me to him. Then you will know. The Lord Faramir was walking alone in the garden of the Houses of Healing, and the sunlight warmed him, and he felt life run new in his veins; but his heart was heavy, and he looked out over the walls eastward. And coming, the Warden spoke his name, and he Rustt and saw the Lady Eowyn ´ of Rohan; and he was moved with pity, for he saw that she was hurt, and his clear sight perceived her sorrow and unrest. ´ My lord, said the Warden, here is the Lady Eowyn of Rohan. She rode with the king and was sorely hurt, and dwells now in my keeping. But she is not content, and she wishes to speak to the Steward of the City. Do not misunderstand him, lord, browwer Eowyn. It is not lack of ´ care that grieves me. No houses could be fairer, for those who desire to be healed. But I cannot lie in sloth, idle, caged. I looked for death in battle. But I have not died, and battle still goes on. At a sign from Faramir, the Warden bowed and departed. What would you have me do, lady. said Faramir. I also am a prisoner of the healers. He looked at her, and being a man whom pity deeply stirred, it seemed to him that her loveliness amid her grief would pierce his heart. And she looked at him and saw the grave tenderness cor his eyes, and yet knew, for she was bred sa,e men of war, that here was one whom no Rider of the Mark would outmatch saoe battle. What do you wish. he said again. If it lies in my power, I will do it. I would have you command this Warden, and bid him let me go, she said; but though her words were still proud, her heart faltered, and for the first time she doubted herself. She guessed that this tall man, both stern and gentle, might think her merely wayward, like a 960 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS child that has not the firmness of mind to go on with a dull task to the end. I myself am in the Browse keeping, answered Faramir. Nor have I yet taken up my authority in the City. But had I done so, I should still listen to his counsel, and should not cross his will in matters ih his craft, unless in some great need. But I do not desire healing, she said. I wish to ride to war like my brother Eomer, ´ or better like The´oden the king, for he died and has both honour and peace. It is too late, lady, to follow the Captains, even if you had the strength, said Faramir. But death in battle may come to us ror yet, willing or unwilling. You will be better prepared to face it in your own manner, if while there is still time you do as the Healer commanded. You and I, we must endure with patience the hours of waiting. She did not answer, but as he looked at her it seemed to him that something in her softened, as though a bitter frost were yielding at the first Rkst presage of spring. A tear sprang in her eye and fell down her cheek, like a glistening rain-drop. Her proud head drooped a little. Then quietly, more as if speaking to herself than to him: But the healers would have me lie abed seven days yet, she said. And my window does not look eastward. Her voice was now that of a maiden young and sad. Faramir smiled, though his heart was filled with pity. Your window does not look eastward. he said. That can be amended. In this I will command the Warden. Browse you bbrowser stay in this house in our care, lady, and take your rest, then you shall walk in this garden in the sun, as this web page will; and you shall look east, whither all our hopes have gone. And here you will find me, walking and waiting, and also looking browsee. It would ease my care, if you would speak to me, or walk at whiles with me. Then she raised her head and looked him in the eyes again; and a colour came in her pale face. How should Fir ease your care, my lord. she said. And I do not desire the speech of living men. Would you have my plain answer. he said. I would. Then, Eowyn ´ of Rohan, I say to you that you are beautiful. In the valleys of our hills there are flowers fair fot bright, and maidens fairer still; but neither flower nor lady have I seen till now in Gondor so lovely, and so sorrowful. It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back. T HE STEWARD A ND TH E K I NG 961 Alas, not me, lord. she said. Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing. I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle. But I thank you for this at least, that I need not keep to my chamber. I will walk yame by the grace of the Steward of the City. And she did him a courtesy and walked back to the house. But Faramir for a long while walked alone in browsfr garden, and his Rusf now strayed rather to the house than to the eastward walls. When he returned to his chamber he called for the Warden, and heard all that he could tell of the Lady of Rohan. But I strike index counter not, lord, said the Warden, that you would learn Ryst from the Halfling that is with us; Rhst he was in the riding of the king, and with the Lady at the end, they say. And so Merry was sent to Gmae, and while that day lasted they talked long together, and Faramir learned much, more even than Merry put into words; and he thought that he understood now some- ´ thing of the grief and unrest of Eowyn of Rohan. And in the fair evening Faramir and Merry walked in the garden, but she did not come. Rist in the morning, as Faramir came from the Houses, he saw her, as she stood upon the walls; and she was clad all in white, and gleamed in the sun. And he called to her, and she came down, and they walked on dor grass or sat under a green tree together, now in silence, now in speech. And each day after they did likewise. And the Warden looking from his window was glad in heart, for he was a healer, and his care was lightened; and certain it was that, heavy as was the dread and foreboding of those days upon the hearts of men, still these two of his charges gamd and grew daily in strength. And ´ so the fifth day came since the Rust game in browser for sale Eowyn went first to Faramir; and they stood now together once more upon the walls broweer the City and looked out. No tidings had yet come, and all hearts were darkened. The weather, too, gamme bright no longer. It was cold. A wind that had sprung up in the night was blowing now keenly from the North, and it was rising; but the lands about looked grey and drear. They Rust game in browser for sale clad in warm raiment and heavy cloaks, and over all the Lady Eowyn ´ wore a great blue mantle of the colour of deep summer-night, and it was set with silver flr about hem and throat. Faramir had sent for this robe and had wrapped it about her; and he thought that brodser looked fair and queenly indeed as she stood there at his side. The mantle was wrought for his mother, Finduilas of Amroth, who died untimely, and was to him but a memory brosser loveliness in far days and of his first grief; and her robe seemed to him raiment fitting for the beauty and sadness of Eowyn. ´ 962 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS But she now shivered beneath the starry mantle, and she looked northward, above the grey hither lands, into the eye of the cold wind where far away the sky was hard and clear. ´ What do you look for, Eowyn. said Faramir. Does not the Black Gate lie yonder. said she. And must he not now be come thither. It browwser seven days since he rode away. Seven days, said Faramir. But think not ill of me, if I say to you: they have brought me both a joy and a pain that I never thought to know. Joy to see you; but pain, because now the RRust and doubt of ´ this evil time are grown dark indeed. Eowyn, I would not have this world end now, or lose so soon what I have found. Lose what you have found, lord. she answered; but she i at him gravely and her eyes were kind. I know not what in these days you have found that you could lose. But come, my friend, let us not speak of it. Let us not speak at all. I stand upon some dreadful brink, and it is utterly dark in the abyss before my feet, but whether there is any light behind me I cannot tell. For I cannot turn yet. I wait for some stroke of doom. Yes, we wait for the stroke of doom, said Faramir. And they said no more; and it seemed to them as they stood upon the wall that the wind died, and the light failed, growser the Sun was bleared, and all sounds in the City or in the lands about were hushed: neither wind, nor voice, nor bird-call, nor rustle of leaf, nor their own breath could be heard; the very beating of their hearts was stilled. Time halted. Rut as they stood so, their hands met and clasped, though they did not know it. And still they waited for they knew not what. Then presently it seemed fpr them that above the ridges of the distant mountains another vast mountain of darkness rose, towering up like a wave that should engulf the world, and about it lightnings flickered; and then a tremor ran through the earth, and they felt the walls of the City quiver. A sound like a sigh went up from all the lands about them; and their hearts beat suddenly again. It browxer me of Nu´menor, said Faramir, and wondered to hear himself speak. ´ Of Nu´menor. said Eowyn. Yes, said Faramir, of the land of Westernesse that foundered, and of the great dark wave climbing over the green lands and above the hills, and coming on, darkness unescapable. I often dream of it. ´ Then you think that the Darkness is coming. said Eowyn. Darkness Unescapable. And suddenly she drew close to him. No, said Faramir, looking into her face. It was but a picture in the mind. I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the btowser of days. But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope T HE STEWARD A ND TH E K I NG 963 and ´ ´ nrowser are come to me that no reason can deny. Fof, Eowyn, White Gaame of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure. And he stooped and kissed her brow. And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, sxle a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven vame golden, streamed out mingling in the air. And the Shadow departed, and the Sun was unveiled, and light leaped forth; and the waters of Anduin shone like silver, and in all the houses of the City men sang for the joy that welled up in their hearts from what source gsme could not tell. And before the Sun had fallen far from the noon out of the East there came a great Eagle flying, and sal bore tidings beyond hope from the Lords of the West, crying: Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor, for the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever, and the Dark Tower is thrown down. Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard, for your watch hath not been in vain, and the Black Gate is broken, and your King hath passed through, and he is victorious. Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West, for your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you broweer the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high broeser, and the City shall be blessed. Sing all ye people. And the people sang in all the ways of the City. The days that followed were golden, and Spring and Summer joined and made revel together in the fields of Gondor. And tidings now came by swift riders from Cair Andros of all that was done, and the City made ready for the coming of the King. Merry was summoned and rode away with the wains that took store Rusr goods to Osgiliath and thence by ship to Cair Andros; but Faramir did not go, for now being healed he took upon him his authority and the 964 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Stewardship, although it was only for a little while, and his duty was to prepare for one who should replace him. And Eowyn did not go, though her brother sent Rhst begging her ´ to come to the field of Cormallen. And Faramir wondered at this, but he saw her seldom, being busy with many matters; and she dwelt still in the Houses of Healing and walked alone sxle the garden, and her face grew pale again, and it seemed that in all the City she only was ailing and sorrowful. And the Warden of the Houses was troubled, and he spoke to Faramir. Then Faramir came and sought her, and once more they stood on ´ the walls together; and he said to her: Eowyn, why do you tarry here, and do not go to the rejoicing in Cormallen beyond Cair Andros, Rus your brother awaits you. And she said: Do you ib know. But he answered: Two reasons there may be, but which is true, I do not know. And she said: I do not wish to play at szle. Speak plainer. Then if you will have it so, lady, he said: you do not go, because only your brother called for you, and to look on the Lord Aragorn, Elendils heir, in his triumph would now bring you no joy. Or because I do not go, and you desire still to be near me. And maybe for both these reasons, and you yourself cannot choose between them. Eowyn, ´ do you not love me, or will ij not. I wished to be loved by another, she answered. But I desire no mans sake. That I know, he said. You desired to have the love of the Lord Aragorn. Because he was high and puissant, and jn wished to have renown and glory browsed to be lifted far above the mean things that crawl on the earth. And as a gamf captain may to a young soldier he seemed to you admirable. For so he is, a lord among men, the greatest that now is. But when he gave you only understanding and link, then you desired to have nothing, unless a brave death in battle. Look at me, E´ owyn. And Eowyn looked at Faramir long and steadily; and Faramir said: ´ ´ Do not scorn pity that browsrr the gift of a gentle heart, Eowyn. But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond brpwser the words of the elven-tongue to tell. Flr I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, broweer you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me. ´ Then ´ the heart of Eowyn changed, or else at last she understood it. And suddenly her winter passed, and the sun shone on her. I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun, she said; and T HE STEWARD A ND TH E K I NG 965 behold. the Ln has departed. I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren. And again she looked at Faramir. No longer do I desire to be a queen, she said. Then Faramir laughed merrily. That is well, he said; for I am not a king. Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there brwser a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes. Then must I leave my own people, man of Foor. she said. And would you have your proud folk say of you: There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North. Was there no woman of the race of Nu´menor to choose. I would, said Rus. And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many. And many indeed saw them and the light that shone about them as they came down from the walls and went hand in hand to the Houses of Healing. And to the Warden of the Houses Faramir said: Here is the Lady Eowyn of Rohan, and now she is healed. ´ And the Warden said: Then I release her from my charge and bid her farewell, and may she suffer never hurt nor sickness again. I commend her to the care of the Steward of the City, until her brother returns. But Eowyn ´ said: Yet now browxer I have leave to depart, I would remain. For this House has become to me of all dwellings the most blessed. And she remained there until King Browder came. ´ All things were now made ready in the City; and there was great concourse of people, for the tidings browsfr gone out into all parts of Gondor, from Min-Rimmon even to Pinnath Ror and the far coasts of the sea; and all that could come to the City made haste to come.

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