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1044 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

‘Unless he has spoken words to you as his friend that we<br />

have not heard,’ said Éomer, ‘none now in the land of the<br />

living can tell his purpose.’<br />

‘Greatly changed he seemed to me since I saw him first in<br />

the king’s house,’ said Éowyn: ‘grimmer, older. Fey I thought<br />

him, and like one whom the Dead call.’<br />

‘Maybe he was called,’ said Théoden; ‘and my heart tells<br />

me that I shall not see him again. Yet he is a kingly man of<br />

high destiny. And take comfort in this, daughter, since comfort<br />

you seem to need in your grief for this guest. It is said<br />

that when the Eorlingas came out of the North and passed<br />

at length up the Snowbourn, seeking strong places of refuge<br />

in time of need, Brego and his son Baldor climbed the Stair<br />

of the Hold and so came before the Door. On the threshold<br />

sat an old man, aged beyond guess of years; tall and kingly<br />

he had been, but now he was withered as an old stone. Indeed<br />

for stone they took him, for he moved not, and he said no<br />

word, until they sought to pass him by and enter. And then<br />

a voice came out of him, as it were out of the ground, and to<br />

their amaze it spoke in the western tongue: The way is shut.<br />

‘Then they halted and looked at him and saw that he lived<br />

still; but he did not look at them. The way is shut, his voice<br />

said again. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead<br />

keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.<br />

‘And when will that time be? said Baldor. But no answer did<br />

he ever get. For the old man died in that hour and fell upon<br />

his face; and no other tidings of the ancient dwellers in the<br />

mountains have our folk ever learned. Yet maybe at last the<br />

time foretold has come, and Aragorn may pass.’<br />

‘But how shall a man discover whether that time be come<br />

or no, save by daring the Door?’ said Éomer. ‘And that way<br />

I would not go though all the hosts of Mordor stood before<br />

me, and I were alone and had no other refuge. Alas that a<br />

fey mood should fall on a man so greathearted in this hour<br />

of need! Are there not evil things enough abroad without<br />

seeking them under the earth? War is at hand.’<br />

He paused, for at that moment there was a noise outside,

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