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1076 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

At first men laughed and did not greatly fear such devices.<br />

For the main wall of the City was of great height and marvellous<br />

thickness, built ere the power and craft of Númenor<br />

waned in exile; and its outward face was like to the Tower of<br />

Orthanc, hard and dark and smooth, unconquerable by steel<br />

or fire, unbreakable except by some convulsion that would<br />

rend the very earth on which it stood.<br />

‘Nay,’ they said, ‘not if the Nameless One himself should<br />

come, not even he could enter here while we yet live.’ But<br />

some answered: ‘While we yet live? How long? He has a<br />

weapon that has brought low many strong places since the<br />

world began. Hunger. The roads are cut. Rohan will not<br />

come.’<br />

But the engines did not waste shot upon the indomitable<br />

wall. It was no brigand or orc-chieftain that ordered the<br />

assault upon the Lord of Mordor’s greatest foe. A power and<br />

mind of malice guided it. As soon as the great catapults were<br />

set, with many yells and the creaking of rope and winch, they<br />

began to throw missiles marvellously high, so that they passed<br />

right above the battlement and fell thudding within the first<br />

circle of the City; and many of them by some secret art burst<br />

into flame as they came toppling down.<br />

Soon there was great peril of fire behind the wall, and all<br />

who could be spared were busy quelling the flames that<br />

sprang up in many places. Then among the greater casts<br />

there fell another hail, less ruinous but more horrible. All<br />

about the streets and lanes behind the Gate it tumbled down,<br />

small round shot that did not burn. But when men ran to<br />

learn what it might be, they cried aloud or wept. For the<br />

enemy was flinging into the City all the heads of those who<br />

had fallen fighting at Osgiliath, or on the Rammas, or in the<br />

fields. They were grim to look on; for though some were<br />

crushed and shapeless, and some had been cruelly hewn, yet<br />

many had features that could be told, and it seemed that they<br />

had died in pain; and all were branded with the foul token of<br />

the Lidless Eye. But marred and dishonoured as they were,<br />

it often chanced that thus a man would see again the face of

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