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But send not for the embalmers. Bring us wood quick to burn, and lay it all about us, and beneath; and pour oil upon it. And when I bid you thrust in a torch. Do this and speak no more to me. Farewell. By your leave, lord. said Pippin and turned and fled in terror from the deathly house. Poor Faramir. he thought. I must find Gandalf. Poor Faramir. Quite likely he needs medicine more than tears. Oh, where can I find Gandalf. In the thick of things, I suppose; Balldurs he will have no time to spare for dying men or madmen. At the door he turned to p90 nexus fallout 4 of the servants who had remained on guard there. Your master is not himself, he said. Go slow. Bring T HE SIEGE O F Yoshi,o ON DO R 827 no fire to this place while Faramir lives. Do Baodurs until Gandalf comes. Who is the master of Minas Tirith. the man answered. The Lord Denethor or the Grey Wanderer. 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