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the ride of the rohirrim 1095<br />

wall. And Grimbold shall lead his towards the left. Let the<br />

other companies behind follow these three that lead, as they<br />

have chance. Strike wherever the enemy gathers. Other plans<br />

we cannot make, for we know not yet how things stand upon<br />

the field. Forth now, and fear no darkness!’<br />

The leading company rode off as swiftly as they could,<br />

for it was still deep dark, whatever change Wídfara might<br />

forebode. Merry was riding behind Dernhelm, clutching with<br />

the left hand while with the other he tried to loosen his sword<br />

in its sheath. He felt now bitterly the truth of the old king’s<br />

words: in such a battle what would you do, Meriadoc? Just this,’<br />

he thought: ‘encumber a rider, and hope at best to stay in my<br />

seat and not be pounded to death by galloping hoofs!’<br />

It was no more than a league to where the out-walls had<br />

stood. They soon reached them; too soon for Merry. Wild<br />

cries broke out, and there was some clash of arms, but it was<br />

brief. The orcs busy about the walls were few and amazed,<br />

and they were quickly slain or driven off. Before the ruin of<br />

the north-gate in the Rammas the king halted again. The first<br />

éored drew up behind him and about him on either side.<br />

Dernhelm kept close to the king, though Elfhelm’s company<br />

was away on the right. Grimbold’s men turned aside and<br />

passed round to a great gap in the wall further eastward.<br />

Merry peered from behind Dernhelm’s back. Far away,<br />

maybe ten miles or more, there was a great burning, but<br />

between it and the Riders lines of fire blazed in a vast crescent,<br />

at the nearest point less than a league distant. He could make<br />

out little more on the dark plain, and as yet he neither saw any<br />

hope of morning, nor felt any wind, changed or unchanged.<br />

Now silently the host of Rohan moved forward into the<br />

field of Gondor, pouring in slowly but steadily, like the rising<br />

tide through breaches in a dike that men have thought secure.<br />

But the mind and will of the Black Captain were bent wholly<br />

on the falling city, and as yet no tidings came to him warning<br />

that his designs held any flaw.

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