The Pyre of Denethor

WhenthedarkshadowattheGatewithdrewGandalfstillsatmotionless.ButPippinrosetohisfeet,asifagreatweighthadbeenliftedfromhim;andhestoodlisteningtothehorns,anditseemedtohimthattheywouldbreakhisheartwithjoy.Andneverinafteryearscouldhehearahornblowninthedistancewithouttearsstartinginhiseyes.Butnowsuddenlyhiserrandreturnedtohismemory,andheranforward.AtthatmomentGandalfstirredandspoketoShadowfax,andwasabouttoridethroughtheGate.

‘Gandalf,Gandalf!criedPippin,andShadowfaxhalted.

‘Whatareyoudoinghere?’saidGandalf.‘IsitnotalawintheCitythatthosewhoweartheblackandsilvermuststayintheCitadel,unlesstheirlordgivesthemleave?’

‘Hehas,’saidPippin.‘Hesentmeaway.ButIamfrightened.Somethingterriblemayhappenupthere.TheLordisoutofhismind,Ithink.Iamafraidhewillkillhimself,andkillFaramirtoo.Can’tyoudosomething?’

GandalflookedthroughthegapingGate,andalreadyonthefieldsheheardthegatheringsoundofbattle.Heclenchedhishand.‘Imustgohesaid.‘TheBlackRiderisabroad,andhewillyetbringruinonus.Ihavenotime.

‘ButFaramir!’criedPippin.‘Heisnotdead,andtheywillburnhimalive,ifsomeonedoesnotstopthem.

‘Burnhimalive?’saidGandalf.

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