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traitor betrayed, now stands! Nor fear,<br />
but haste! For Morgoth’s fingers close<br />
upon thy father’s throat. He knows<br />
your secret tryst, your hidden lair’,<br />
and all the evil he laid bare<br />
that he had done and Morgoth wrought.<br />
Then Beren waking swiftly sought<br />
his sword and bow, and sped like wind<br />
that cuts with knives the branches thinned<br />
of autumn trees. At last he came,<br />
his heart afire with burning flame,<br />
where Barahir his father lay;<br />
he came too late. At dawn of day<br />
he found the homes of hunted men,<br />
a wooded island in the fen<br />
and birds rose up in sudden cloud—<br />
no fen-fowl were they crying loud.<br />
The raven and the carrion-crow<br />
sat in the alders all a-row;<br />
one croaked: ‘Ha! Beren comes too late’,<br />
and answered all: ‘Too late! Too late!’<br />
There Beren buried his father’s bones,<br />
and piled a heap of boulder-stones,<br />
and cursed the name of Morgoth thrice,<br />
but wept not, for his heart was ice.<br />
Then over fen and field and mountain<br />
he followed, till beside a fountain<br />
upgushing hot from fires below<br />
he found the slayers and his foe,<br />
the murderous soldiers of the king.<br />
And one there laughed, and showed a ring<br />
he took from Barahir’s dead hand.<br />
‘This ring in far Beleriand,<br />
now mark ye, mates,’ he said, ‘was wrought.<br />
Its like with gold could not be bought,<br />
for this same Barahir I slew,<br />
this robber fool, they say, did do<br />
a deed of service long ago<br />
for Felagund. It may be so;<br />
for Morgoth bade me bring it back,<br />
and yet, methinks, he has no lack<br />
of weightier treasure in his hoard.<br />
Such greed befits not such a lord,<br />
and I am minded to declare<br />
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