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the battle of the pelennor fields 1103<br />

Théoden opened his eyes, and they were clear, and he spoke<br />

in a quiet voice though laboured.<br />

‘Farewell, Master Holbytla!’ he said. ‘My body is broken.<br />

I go to my fathers. And even in their mighty company I shall<br />

not now be ashamed. I felled the black serpent. A grim morn,<br />

and a glad day, and a golden sunset!’<br />

Merry could not speak, but wept anew. ‘Forgive me, lord,’<br />

he said at last, ‘if I broke your command, and yet have done<br />

no more in your service than to weep at our parting.’<br />

The old king smiled. ‘Grieve not! It is forgiven. Great heart<br />

will not be denied. Live now in blessedness; and when you<br />

sit in peace with your pipe, think of me! For never now shall<br />

I sit with you in Meduseld, as I promised, or listen to your<br />

herb-lore.’ He closed his eyes, and Merry bowed beside him.<br />

Presently he spoke again. ‘Where is Éomer? For my eyes<br />

darken, and I would see him ere I go. He must be king after<br />

me. And I would send word to Éowyn. She, she would not<br />

have me leave her, and now I shall not see her again, dearer<br />

than daughter.’<br />

‘Lord, lord,’ began Merry brokenly, ‘she is——’; but at<br />

that moment there was a great clamour, and all about them<br />

horns and trumpets were blowing. Merry looked round: he<br />

had forgotten the war, and all the world beside, and many<br />

hours it seemed since the king rode to his fall, though in truth<br />

it was only a little while. But now he saw that they were in<br />

danger of being caught in the very midst of the great battle<br />

that would soon be joined.<br />

New forces of the enemy were hastening up the road from<br />

the River; and from under the walls came the legions of<br />

Morgul; and from the southward fields came footmen of<br />

Harad with horsemen before them, and behind them rose the<br />

huge backs of the mûmakil with war-towers upon them. But<br />

northward the white crest of Éomer led the great front of the<br />

Rohirrim which he had again gathered and marshalled; and<br />

out of the City came all the strength of men that was in it,<br />

and the silver swan of Dol Amroth was borne in the van,<br />

driving the enemy from the Gate.

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