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Rightly said. cried Beregond, rising and striding to and fro. Nay, though all things must come utterly to an end in time, Gondor shall not perish yet. Not though the walls be taken by a reckless foe that will build a hill of carrion before them. There are still other fastnesses, and secret ways of escape into the mountains. Hope and memory shall live still in some hidden valley where the grass is green. All the same, I wish it was over for good or ill, said Pippin. I am no warrior at all and dislike any thought of battle; but waiting on the edge of one that I cant escape is worst of all. What a long day it seems already. I should be happier, if we were not obliged to stand and watch, making no move, striking nowhere first. No stroke would have been struck in Rohan, I think, but for Gandalf. Ah, there you lay your finger on the sore that many feel. said Beregond. But things may change when Faramir returns. He is bold, more bold than many deem; for in these days men are slow to believe that a captain can be wise and learned in the scrolls of lore and song, as he is, and yet a man of hardihood and swift judgement in the field. But such is Faramir. Less reckless and eager than Boromir, but not less resolute. Yet what indeed can he do. We cannot assault the article source of of yonder realm. Our reach is shortened, and we M IN AS TIRIT H 767 cannot strike till some foe comes within it. Then our hand must be heavy. He smote the hilt of his sword. Pippin looked at him: tall and proud and noble, as all the men that he had yet seen in that land; and steamidfinder a glitter in his eye as he thought of the battle. Alas. my own hand feels as light as a feather, he thought, but he said nothing. A pawn did Gandalf say. Perhaps; but on the wrong chessboard. So they talked until the sun reached its height, and suddenly the noon-bells were rung, and there was a stir in here citadel; for all save the watchmen were going to their meal. Will you come with me. said Beregond. You may join my mess for this day. I do not know to what company you will be assigned; or the Lord may hold you at his own command. But you will be welcome. And it will be well to meet as many men as you may, while there is yet time. I shall be glad to come, said Pippin. I am lonely, to tell you the truth. I left my best friend behind in Rohan, and I have had no one to talk to or jest with. Perhaps I could really join your company. Are you the captain. If so, you could take me on, or speak for me. Nay, nay, Beregond laughed, I am no captain. Neither office nor rank nor lordship have I, being but a plain man of arms of the Third Company of the Citadel. Yet, Master Peregrin, to be only a man of arms of the Guard of the Tower of Gondor is held worthy in the City, and such men have honour in the land. Then it is far beyond me, said Pippin. Take me back to our room, and if Gandalf is not there, I will go where you like as your guest. Gandalf was not in the lodging and had sent no message; so Pippin went with Beregond and was made known to here men of the Third Company. And it seemed that Beregond got as much honour from it as his guest, for Pippin was very welcome. There had already been much talk in the citadel about Mithrandirs companion and his long closeting with the Lord; and rumour declared that a Prince of the Halflings had come out of the North to offer allegiance to Gondor and five thousand swords. And some said that when the Riders came from Rohan each would bring behind him a halfling warrior, small maybe, but doughty. Though Pippin had regretfully to destroy this hopeful tale, he could not be rid of his new rank, only fitting, men thought, to one befriended by Boromir and honoured by the Lord Denethor; and they thanked him for coming among them, and hung on his words and stories of the outlands, and gave him as much food and ale as 768 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS he could wish. Indeed his only trouble was to be wary according to the counsel of Gandalf, and not to let his tongue wag freely after the manner of a hobbit among friends. At length Beregond rose. Farewell for this time. he said. I have duty now till sundown, as have all the others here, Cd keys steam think. But if you are lonely, as you say, maybe you would like a merry guide about the City. My son would go with you gladly. A good lad, I may say. If that pleases you, go down to the lowest circle and ask for the Old Guesthouse in the Rath Celerdain, the Lampwrights Street. You will find him there with other lads that are remaining in the City. There may be things worth seeing down at the Great Gate ere the closing. He went out, and soon after all the others followed. The day was still fine, though it was growing hazy, and it was hot for March, even so far southwards. Pippin felt sleepy, but the lodging seemed cheerless, and he decided to go down and explore the City. He took a few morsels that he had saved to Shadowfax, and they were graciously accepted, though the horse seemed to have no lack. Then he walked on down many winding ways. People stared much as he passed. To his face men were gravely courteous, saluting best th after the manner of Gondor with bowed head and hands upon the breast; but behind him he heard many calls, as those out of doors cried to others within to come and see the Prince of the Halflings, the companion of Mithrandir. Many used some other tongue than the Common Speech, but it was not long before he learned at least what was meant by Ernil i Pheriannath and knew that his title had gone down before him into the City. He came at last by arched streets and many fair alleys and pavements to Grand war rome lowest and widest circle, and there he was directed to the Lampwrights Street, a broad way running towards the Great Gate. In it he found the Old Guesthouse, a large building of grey weathered stone with two wings running back from the street, and between them a narrow greensward, behind which was the manywindowed house, fronted along its whole width by a pillared porch and a flight of steps down on to the grass. Boys were playing among the pillars, the only children that Pippin had seen in Minas Tirith, and he stopped to look at them. Presently one of them caught sight of him, and with a shout he sprang across the grass and came into the street, followed by several others. There he stood in front of Pippin, looking him up and down. Greetings. said the lad. Where do you come from. You are a stranger in the City. I was, said Pippin; but they say I have become a man of Gondor. M IN AS TIRIT H 769 Oh come. said the lad. Then we are all men here. But how old are you, and what is your name. I am ten years already, and shall soon be five feet. I am taller than you. But then my father is a Guard, one of the tallest. What is your father. Which question shall I answer first. said Pippin. My father farms the lands round Whitwell near Tuckborough in the Shire. I am nearly twenty-nine, so Grand war rome pass you there; though I am but four feet, and not likely to grow any more, save sideways. Twenty-nine. said the lad Grand war rome whistled. Why, you are quite old. As old as my uncle Iorlas. Still, he added hopefully, I wager I could stand you on your head or lay you on your back. Maybe you could, if I let you, said Pippin with a laugh. And maybe I could do the same to you: we know some wrestling tricks in my little country. Where, let me tell you, I am considered uncommonly large and strong; and I have never allowed anyone https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/strategy/gloomhaven-strategy.php stand me on my head. So if it came to a trial and nothing else would serve, I might have to kill you. For when you are older, you will learn that folk are not always what they clash of clans upgrade and though you may have taken me for a soft stranger-lad and easy prey, let me warn you: I am not, I am a halfling, hard, bold, and wicked. Pippin pulled such a grim face that the boy stepped back a pace, but at once he returned with clenched fists and the light of battle in his eye. Pippin laughed. Dont believe what strangers say of themselves either. I am not a fighter. But it would be politer in any case for the challenger to say who he is. The boy drew himself up proudly. I am Bergil son of Beregond of the Guards, he said. So I thought, said Pippin, for you look like your father. I know him and he sent me to find you. Then why did you not say so at once. said Bergil, and suddenly a look of dismay came over his face. Do not tell me that he has changed his mind, and will send me away with the maidens. But no, the last wains have gone. His message is less bad than that, if not good, said Pippin. He says that if you would prefer it to standing me on my head, you might show me round the City for a while and cheer my loneliness. I can tell you some tales of far countries in return. Bergil clapped his hands, and laughed with relief. All is well, he cried. Come then. We were soon going to the Gate to look on. We will go now. What is happening there. The Captains of the Outlands are expected up the South Road ere sundown. Come with us and you will see. 770 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Bergil proved a good comrade, the best company Pippin had had since he parted from Merry, and soon they were laughing and talking gaily as they went about the streets, heedless of the many glances that men gave them. Before long they found themselves in a throng going towards the Great Gate. There Pippin went up much in the esteem of Bergil, for when he spoke his name and the pass-word the guard saluted him and let him pass through; and what was more, he allowed him to take his companion with him. That is good. said Bergil. We boys are no longer allowed to pass the Gate without an elder. Now we shall see better. Beyond the Gate there was a crowd of men along the verge of the road and of the great paved space into which all the ways to Minas Tirith ran. All eyes were turned southwards, and soon a murmur rose: There is dust away there. They are coming. Pippin and Bergil edged their way forward to the front of the crowd, and waited. Horns sounded at some distance, and the noise of cheering rolled towards them like a gathering wind. Then there was a loud trumpet-blast, and all about them people were shouting. Forlong. Forlong. Pippin heard men calling. What do they say. he asked. Forlong has come, Bergil answered; old Forlong the Fat, the Lord of Lossarnach. That is where my grandsire lives. Hurrah. Here he is. Good old Forlong. Leading the line there came walking a big thick-limbed horse, and on it sat a man of wide shoulders and huge girth, but old and grey-bearded, yet mail-clad and black-helmed and bearing a long heavy spear. Behind him marched proudly a dusty line of men, wellarmed and bearing great battle-axes; grim-faced they were, and shorter and somewhat swarthier than any men that Pippin had yet seen in Gondor. Forlong. men shouted. True heart, true friend. Forlong. But when the men of Lossarnach had passed they muttered: So few. Two hundreds, what are they. We hoped for ten times the number. That will be the new tidings of the black fleet. They are sparing only a tithe of their strength. Still every little is a gain. And so the companies came and were hailed and cheered and passed through the Gate, men of the Outlands marching to defend the City of Gondor in a dark hour; but always too few, always less than hope looked for or need asked. The men of Ringlo´ Vale behind the son of their lord, Dervorin striding on foot: three hundreds. From the uplands of Morthond, the great Blackroot Vale, tall Duinhir with his sons, Duilin and Derufin, and five hundred bowmen. From Grand war rome Anfalas, the Langstrand far away, a long line of men of many sorts, M IN AS TIRIT H 771 hunters and herdsmen and men of little villages, scantily equipped save for the household of Golasgil their lord. From Lamedon, a few grim hillmen without a captain. Fisher-folk of the Ethir, some hundred or more spared from the ships. Hirluin the Fair of the Green Hills from Pinnath Gelin with three hundreds of gallant green-clad men. And last and proudest, Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth, kinsman of the Lord, with gilded banners bearing his token of the Ship and the Silver Swan, and a company of knights in full harness riding grey horses; and behind them seven hundreds of men at arms, tall as lords, grey-eyed, dark-haired, singing as they came. And that was all, less than three thousands full told. No more would come. Their cries and the tramp of their feet passed into the City and died away. The onlookers stood silent for a while. Dust hung in the air, for the wind had died and the evening was heavy. Already the closing hour was drawing nigh, and the red sun had gone behind Mindolluin. Shadow came down on the City. Pippin looked up, and it seemed to him that the sky had grown ashen-grey, as if a vast dust and smoke hung above them, and light came dully through it. But in the West the dying sun had set all the fume on fire, and now Mindolluin stood black against a burning smoulder flecked with embers. So ends a fair day in wrath. he said, forgetful of the lad at his side. So it will, if I have not returned before the sundown-bells, said Bergil. Come. There goes the trumpet for the closing of the Gate. Hand in hand they went back into the City, the last to pass the Gate before it was shut; and as they reached the Lampwrights Street all the bells in the towers tolled solemnly. Lights sprang in many windows, and from the houses and wards of the men at arms along the walls there came the sound of song. Farewell for this time, said Bergil. Take my greetings to my father, and thank him for the company that he sent. Come again soon, I beg. Almost I wish now that there was no war, for we might have had some merry times. We might have journeyed to Lossarnach, to my grandsires house; it is good to be there in spring, the woods and fields are full of flowers. But maybe we will go thither together yet. They will never overcome our Lord, and my father is very valiant. Farewell and return. They parted and Pippin hurried back towards the citadel. It seemed a long way, and he grew hot and very hungry; and night closed down swift and dark. Not a star pricked the sky. He was late for the daymeal in the mess, and Beregond greeted him gladly, and sat him at his side to hear news of his son. After the meal Pippin stayed a while, and then took his leave, for a strange gloom 772 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS was on him, and now he desired very much to see Gandalf again. Can you find your way. said Beregond at the door of the small hall, on the north side of the citadel, where they had sat. It is a black night, and all the blacker since orders came that lights are to be dimmed within the City, and none are to shine out from the walls. And I can give you news of another order: you will be summoned to the Lord Denethor early tomorrow. I fear you will not be for the Third Company. Still we may hope to meet again. Farewell and sleep in peace. The lodging was dark, save for a little lantern set on the table. Gandalf was not there. Gloom settled still more heavily on Pippin. He climbed on the bench and tried to peer out of a window, but it was like looking into a pool of ink. He got down and closed the shutter and went to bed. For a while he lay and listened for sounds of Gandalfs return, and then he fell into an uneasy sleep. In the night he was wakened by a light, and he saw that Gandalf had come and was pacing to and fro in the room beyond the curtain of the alcove. There were candles on the table and rolls of parchment. He heard the wizard sigh, and mutter: When will Faramir return. Hullo. said Pippin, poking his head round the curtain. I thought you had forgotten all about me. I am glad to see you back. It has been a long day. But the night will be too short, said Gandalf. I have come back here, for I must have a little peace, alone. You should sleep, in a bed while you still may.
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