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1050 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

jerkin of leather, a belt, and a knife. A sword you have.’<br />

Merry bowed, and the lady showed him the shield, which<br />

was like the shield that had been given to Gimli, and it bore<br />

on it the device of the white horse. ‘Take all these things,’<br />

she said, ‘and bear them to good fortune! Farewell now,<br />

Master Meriadoc! Yet maybe we shall meet again, you<br />

and I.’<br />

So it was that amid a gathering gloom the King of the<br />

Mark made ready to lead all his Riders on the eastward road.<br />

Hearts were heavy and many quailed in the shadow. But they<br />

were a stern people, loyal to their lord, and little weeping or<br />

murmuring was heard, even in the camp in the Hold where<br />

the exiles from Edoras were housed, women and children and<br />

old men. Doom hung over them, but they faced it silently.<br />

Two swift hours passed, and now the king sat upon his<br />

white horse, glimmering in the half-light. Proud and tall he<br />

seemed, though the hair that flowed beneath his high helm<br />

was like snow; and many marvelled at him and took heart to<br />

see him unbent and unafraid.<br />

There on the wide flats beside the noisy river were marshalled<br />

in many companies well nigh five and fifty hundreds<br />

of Riders fully armed, and many hundreds of other men with<br />

spare horses lightly burdened. A single trumpet sounded.<br />

The king raised his hand, and then silently the host of the<br />

Mark began to move. Foremost went twelve of the king’s<br />

household-men, Riders of renown. Then the king followed<br />

with Éomer on his right. He had said farewell to Éowyn above<br />

in the Hold, and the memory was grievous; but now he turned<br />

his mind to the road that lay ahead. Behind him Merry rode<br />

on Stybba with the errand riders of Gondor, and behind them<br />

again twelve more of the king’s household. They passed down<br />

the long ranks of waiting men with stern and unmoved faces.<br />

But when they had come almost to the end of the line one<br />

looked up glancing keenly at the hobbit. A young man, Merry<br />

thought as he <strong>return</strong>ed the glance, less in height and girth<br />

than most. He caught the glint of clear grey eyes; and then

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