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the siege of gondor 1063<br />

Mithrandir, seeking whether you said well or too much? He<br />

has long had your heart in his keeping.<br />

‘My son, your father is old but not yet dotard. I can see<br />

and hear, as was my wont; and little of what you have half<br />

said or left unsaid is now hidden from me. I know the answer<br />

to many riddles. Alas, alas for Boromir!’<br />

‘If what I have done displeases you, my father,’ said<br />

Faramir quietly, ‘I wish I had known your counsel before the<br />

burden of so weighty a judgement was thrust on me.’<br />

‘Would that have availed to change your judgement?’ said<br />

Denethor. ‘You would still have done just so, I deem. I know<br />

you well. Ever your desire is to appear lordly and generous<br />

as a king of old, gracious, gentle. That may well befit one of<br />

high race, if he sits in power and peace. But in desperate<br />

hours gentleness may be repaid with death.’<br />

‘So be it,’ said Faramir.<br />

‘So be it!’ cried Denethor. ‘But not with your death only,<br />

Lord Faramir: with the death also of your father, and of all<br />

your people, whom it is your part to protect now that Boromir<br />

is gone.’<br />

‘Do you wish then,’ said Faramir, ‘that our places had been<br />

exchanged?’<br />

‘Yes, I wish that indeed,’ said Denethor. ‘For Boromir was<br />

loyal to me and no wizard’s pupil. He would have remembered<br />

his father’s need, and would not have squandered<br />

what fortune gave. He would have brought me a mighty gift.’<br />

For a moment Faramir’s restraint gave way. ‘I would ask<br />

you, my father, to remember why it was that I, not he, was<br />

in Ithilien. On one occasion at least your counsel has prevailed,<br />

not long ago. It was the Lord of the City that gave the<br />

errand to him.’<br />

‘Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,’<br />

said Denethor. ‘Have I not tasted it now many nights upon<br />

my tongue, foreboding that worse yet lay in the dregs? As<br />

now indeed I find. Would it were not so! Would that this<br />

thing had come to me!’<br />

‘Comfort yourself !’ said Gandalf. ‘In no case would

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