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was still shining and the banners still streaming in the breeze.<br />

He shook himself. ‘It is passed,’ he said. ‘No, my heart will<br />

not yet despair. Gandalf fell and has <strong>return</strong>ed and is with us.<br />

We may stand, if only on one leg, or at least be left still upon<br />

our knees.’<br />

‘Rightly said!’ cried Beregond, rising and striding to and<br />

fro. ‘Nay, though all things must come utterly to an end in<br />

time, Gondor shall not perish yet. Not though the walls be<br />

taken by a reckless foe that will build a hill of carrion before<br />

them. There are still other fastnesses, and secret ways of<br />

escape into the mountains. Hope and memory shall live still<br />

in some hidden valley where the grass is green.’<br />

‘All the same, I wish it was over for good or ill,’ said Pippin.<br />

‘I am no warrior at all and dislike any thought of battle; but<br />

waiting on the edge of one that I can’t escape is worst of all.<br />

What a long day it seems already! I should be happier, if we<br />

were not obliged to stand and watch, making no move, striking<br />

nowhere first. No stroke would have been struck in<br />

Rohan, I think, but for Gandalf.’<br />

‘Ah, there you lay your finger on the sore that many feel!’<br />

said Beregond. ‘But things may change when Faramir <strong>return</strong>s.<br />

He is bold, more bold than many deem; for in these<br />

days men are slow to believe that a captain can be wise and<br />

learned in the scrolls of lore and song, as he is, and yet a man<br />

of hardihood and swift judgement in the field. But such is<br />

Faramir. Less reckless and eager than Boromir, but not less<br />

resolute. Yet what indeed can he do? We cannot assault the<br />

mountains of – of yonder realm. Our reach is shortened, and<br />

we cannot strike till some foe comes within it. Then our hand<br />

must be heavy!’ He smote the hilt of his sword.<br />

Pippin looked at him: tall and proud and noble, as all the<br />

men that he had yet seen in that land; and with a glitter<br />

in his eye as he thought of the battle. ‘Alas! my own hand<br />

feels as light as a feather,’ he thought, but he said nothing.<br />

‘A pawn did Gandalf say? Perhaps; but on the wrong<br />

chessboard.’<br />

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