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1260 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

over all the Lady Éowyn wore a great blue mantle of the<br />

colour of deep summer-night, and it was set with silver stars<br />

about hem and throat. Faramir had sent for this robe and<br />

had wrapped it about her; and he thought that she looked<br />

fair and queenly indeed as she stood there at his side. The<br />

mantle was wrought for his mother, Finduilas of Amroth,<br />

who died untimely, and was to him but a memory of loveliness<br />

in far days and of his first grief; and her robe seemed to<br />

him raiment fitting for the beauty and sadness of Éowyn.<br />

But she now shivered beneath the starry mantle, and she<br />

looked northward, above the grey hither lands, into the eye<br />

of the cold wind where far away the sky was hard and clear.<br />

‘What do you look for, Éowyn?’ said Faramir.<br />

‘Does not the Black Gate lie yonder?’ said she. ‘And must<br />

he not now be come thither? It is seven days since he rode<br />

away.’<br />

‘Seven days,’ said Faramir. ‘But think not ill of me, if I say<br />

to you: they have brought me both a joy and a pain that I<br />

never thought to know. Joy to see you; but pain, because now<br />

the fear and doubt of this evil time are grown dark indeed.<br />

Éowyn, I would not have this world end now, or lose so soon<br />

what I have found.’<br />

‘Lose what you have found, lord?’ she answered; but she<br />

looked at him gravely and her eyes were kind. ‘I know not<br />

what in these days you have found that you could lose. But<br />

come, my friend, let us not speak of it! Let us not speak at<br />

all! I stand upon some dreadful brink, and it is utterly dark<br />

in the abyss before my feet, but whether there is any light<br />

behind me I cannot tell. For I cannot turn yet. I wait for some<br />

stroke of doom.’<br />

‘Yes, we wait for the stroke of doom,’ said Faramir. And<br />

they said no more; and it seemed to them as they stood upon<br />

the wall that the wind died, and the light failed, and the Sun<br />

was bleared, and all sounds in the City or in the lands about<br />

were hushed: neither wind, nor voice, nor bird-call, nor rustle<br />

of leaf, nor their own breath could be heard; the very beating<br />

of their hearts was stilled. Time halted.

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