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1126 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

for there were many sick of a malady that would not be<br />

healed; and they called it the Black Shadow, for it came from<br />

the Nazgûl. And those who were stricken with it fell slowly<br />

into an ever deeper dream, and then passed to silence and a<br />

deadly cold, and so died. And it seemed to the tenders of the<br />

sick that on the Halfling and on the Lady of Rohan this<br />

malady lay heavily. Still at whiles as the morning wore away<br />

they would speak, murmuring in their dreams; and the<br />

watchers listened to all that they said, hoping perhaps to learn<br />

something that would help them to understand their hurts.<br />

But soon they began to fall down into the darkness, and as<br />

the sun turned west a grey shadow crept over their faces. But<br />

Faramir burned with a fever that would not abate.<br />

Gandalf went from one to the other full of care, and he<br />

was told all that the watchers could hear. And so the day<br />

passed, while the great battle outside went on with shifting<br />

hopes and strange tidings; and still Gandalf waited and<br />

watched and did not go forth; till at last the red sunset filled<br />

all the sky, and the light through the windows fell on the grey<br />

faces of the sick. Then it seemed to those who stood by that<br />

in the glow the faces flushed softly as with health <strong>return</strong>ing,<br />

but it was only a mockery of hope.<br />

Then an old wife, Ioreth, the eldest of the women who<br />

served in that house, looking on the fair face of Faramir,<br />

wept, for all the people loved him. And she said: ‘Alas! if he<br />

should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there<br />

were once upon a time, they say! For it is said in old lore:<br />

The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. And so the<br />

rightful king could ever be known.’<br />

And Gandalf, who stood by, said: ‘Men may long remember<br />

your words, Ioreth! For there is hope in them. Maybe a<br />

king has indeed <strong>return</strong>ed to Gondor; or have you not heard<br />

the strange tidings that have come to the City?’<br />

‘I have been too busy with this and that to heed all the<br />

crying and shouting,’ she answered. ‘All I hope is that those<br />

murdering devils do not come to this House and trouble the<br />

sick.’

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