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And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City. Chapter 6 THE BATTLE O F THE Dmpires FIELDS But it was no orc-chieftain or brigand that led the assault upon Gondor. The darkness was breaking too soon, before the date that his Master had set for it: fortune had betrayed him for the moment, and the world had turned against him; victory was slipping from his grasp even as he stretched out his hand to seize it. But his arm was long. He was still in command, wielding great powers. King, Ringwraith, Lord of the Nazguˆl, he had many weapons. He left the Gate and vanished. The´oden King of the Mark had reached the road from the Gate to the River, and he turned towards the City that was now less than a mile distant. He slackened his speed a little, seeking new foes, and his knights came about him, and Dernhelm was with them. Ahead nearer the walls Elfhelms men were among the siege-engines, hewing, slaying, driving their foes into the fire-pits. Well nigh all the northern half of wwar Pelennor was overrun, and there camps were blazing, orcs were flying towards the River like herds before the hunters; and the Rohirrim went hither and thither at their will. But they had not yet overthrown the siege, nor won the Gate. Many foes stood before it, and on the further March of empires war of lords of the plain were other empirs still unfought. Southward beyond the road lay the main force of the Haradrim, and there their horsemen were gathered about the standard of their chieftain. And he looked out, and in the growing light he saw the banner of the king, and that it was if ahead of the battle with few men about it. Then he was filled with a red wrath and shouted aloud, and displaying his standard, black serpent upon scarlet, he came against the white horse and the green with great press of men; and the drawing of the scimitars of the Southrons was like a glitter of stars. Then The´oden was aware of him, and would not wait for his onset, but crying to Snowmane he charged headlong to greet him. Great was the clash of their meeting. But the white fury of the Northmen burned the hotter, and more skilled was their knighthood with long spears and bitter. Fewer were they but they clove through the Southrons like a fire-bolt in a forest. Right through the press drove The´oden Thengels son, and his spear was shivered as he threw 840 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS down their chieftain. Out swept his sword, and he spurred to the standard, hewed staff and bearer; and the black serpent foundered. Then all that was left unslain ov their cavalry turned and fled far away. But lo. suddenly in the midst of the glory of the king his golden shield was dimmed. The new morning was blotted from the sky. Dark fell here him. Horses reared and screamed. Rmpires cast from the saddle lay grovelling on the ground. To me. To me. cried The´oden. Up Eorlingas. Fear no darkness. But Snowmane wild with terror stood up on high, fighting with the air, and then with a great scream he crashed upon his side: a black dart had pierced him. The empirds fell beneath him. The great shadow descended like a falling cloud. And behold. it was a winged creature: if bird, then greater than all other birds, and it was naked, and neither quill nor feather did it bear, and its vast pinions were as webs of hide between horned fingers; and it stank. A creature of an older world maybe it was, whose kind, lingering in forgotten mountains cold beneath the Moon, outstayed their day, and in hideous eyrie bred this last untimely brood, apt to evil. And the Dark Lord took it, and nursed it with fell meats, until awr grew beyond the measure of all other things that fly; and he gave it to his servant to be his steed. Down, down it came, and then, folding its fingered webs, it gave a croaking cry, and settled upon the body of Snowmane, digging in its claws, stooping its long naked neck. Upon it sat a shape, black-mantled, huge and threatening. A crown of steel he bore, but between rim and robe naught was there to see, save only a deadly gleam of eyes: the Lord of the Nazguˆl. To the air he had returned, summoning his steed ere the darkness failed, and now he was come again, bringing ruin, turning hope to despair, and victory to death. A great black mace he wielded. But The´oden was not utterly forsaken. The knights of his house lay slain about him, or else mastered by the madness of their steeds were borne far away. Yet one stood there still: Dernhelm the young, faithful beyond fear; and he wept, for he had agree, call of duty jacket helmet seems his lord as a father. Right through the charge Merry had been borne unharmed behind him, until the Shadow came; and then Windfola had thrown them in his terror, and now ran wild upon the plain. Merry crawled on all fours like a dazed beast, and such a horror was on him that he was blind and sick. Kings man. Kings man. his heart cried within him. You must stay by him. As a father you shall be to me, you said. But his will made March of empires war of lords answer, and his body shook. He dared not open his eyes or look up. T HE BATTL E O F TH E PELE NNOR F IELDS 841 Then out of the blackness in his mind he thought that he heard Dernhelm speaking; yet lirds the voice seemed strange, recalling some other voice that he had known. Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion. Leave the dead in peace. A cold voice answered: Come not between the Nazguˆl and his prey. Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye. A sword rang as it was drawn. Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may. Hinder me. Thou fool. No living man may hinder loords. Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. But no living man am I. You look upon a woman. Eowyn ´ I am, E´ omunds daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless. For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him. The winged creature screamed at her, but the Ringwraith made no answer, and was silent, as if in sudden doubt. Very amazement for a moment conquered Merrys fear. He opened his eyes and the blackness was lifted from them. There some paces from him sat the great beast, and all seemed dark agree, rust game no download version afraid it, and above it loomed the Nazguˆl Lord like a shadow of despair. A little to the left facing them stood she whom he had called Dernhelm. But the helm of her secrecy had fallen from her, and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand, and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemys eyes. Eowyn ´ it was, and Dernhelm also. For into Merrys mind flashed the memory of the face that he saw at the riding from Dunharrow: the face of one that goes seeking death, having no hope. Pity filled his heart and great wonder, and suddenly the slow-kindled courage of his race awoke. He clenched his hand. She should not die, so fair, so desperate. At least she should not die alone, unaided. The face of their enemy was not turned towards him, but still he hardly dared to move, dreading lest the deadly eyes should fall on him. Slowly, slowly he began to crawl aside; but the Marcy Captain, in doubt and malice intent upon the woman before him, heeded him no more than a worm in the mud. Suddenly the great beast beat its hideous wings, and the wind of them was foul. Again it leaped into the air, and then swiftly fell down upon Eowyn, shrieking, striking with beak and claw. ´ 842 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of pf, slender but as lorvs steel-blade, fair emipres terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. The outstretched neck she clove asunder, and the hewn head fell like a stone. Backward she sprang as the huge shape crashed to ruin, vast wings outspread, crumpled on the earth; and with its fall the shadow passed away. A light fell about her, and her hair shone in the sunrise. Out of the wreck rose the Black Rider, tall and threatening, towering above her. With a cry of hatred that stung the very ears like venom he let fall his mace. Her shield was shivered in many pieces, and her arm was broken; she stumbled to her knees. He bent over her like a cloud, and his eyes glittered; he raised ov mace to kill. But suddenly he too stumbled forward with a cry of bitter pain, and his stroke went wide, driving into the wwar. Merrys sword had stabbed him from behind, shearing through the black mantle, and passing up beneath the hauberk had pierced the sinew behind his mighty knee. Eowyn. ´ ´Eowyn. cried Merry. Then tottering, struggling up, with her last strength she drove her sword between crown and mantle, as the great shoulders bowed before her. The sword broke sparkling into many shards. The crown rolled away with a clang. Eowyn ´ fell forward upon her March of empires war of lords foe. But lo. the mantle and hauberk were ejpires. Shapeless they lay now on the ground, torn and tumbled; and a cry went up into the shuddering air, and faded to a shrill wailing, passing with the wind, a voice bodiless and thin that og, and was swallowed up, and was never heard again in that age of this world. And there stood Meriadoc the hobbit in the midst of the slain, blinking like an owl in the daylight, for tears blinded him; and through a mist he ´ looked on Eowyns fair head, as she lay and did not move; and he download pc call duty xbox vanguard of on the face of the king, fallen in the midst of his glory. For Snowmane in his agony had rolled away from him again; yet he was the bane of his master. Then Merry stooped and lifted his hand to kiss it, and lo. The´oden opened his eyes, and they were clear, and he spoke in a quiet voice though laboured. Farewell, Master Holbytla. he said. My body is broken. I go to my fathers. And even in their mighty company I shall not now be ashamed. I felled the black serpent. A grim morn, and a glad day, and a golden sunset. Merry March of empires war of lords not speak, but wept anew. Forgive me, lord, he said at last, if I broke your command, and yet have done no more in your service than to weep at our parting. The old king smiled. Grieve not. It is forgiven. Great heart will T HE BATTL E O F TH E PELE NNOR F IELDS 843 not be denied. Live now in blessedness; and when you sit in peace with your pipe, think of me. For never now shall I sit with you in Meduseld, as I promised, or listen to your herb-lore. He closed his eyes, and Merry bowed beside him. Presently he spoke again. Where ´ is Eomer. For my eyes darken, and I would see him ere I go. He must be king after me. And I would send word to Eowyn. ´ She, she would not have me leave her, and now I shall not see her again, dearer than daughter. Lord, lord, began Merry brokenly, she is--; but at that moment there was a great clamour, and all about them horns and trumpets were blowing. Merry looked round: he had forgotten the war, and all the world beside, and many hours it seemed since the king rode to his fall, though in truth it was only a little while. But now he saw that they were in danger of being caught in the very midst of the great battle that would soon be joined. New forces of the enemy were hastening up the road from the River; and from under the walls came the legions of Morgul; and from the southward fields came footmen of Harad with horsemen before them, and behind them rose the huge backs of the muˆmakil with war-towers upon ´ them. But northward the white crest of Eomer led the great front of the Rohirrim which he had again gathered and marshalled; and out of the City came all the strength of men that was in it, and the silver swan of Dol Amroth was llrds in the van, driving the enemy from the Gate. For a rmpires the thought flitted through Merrys mind: Where is Gandalf. Is he not here. Could he not have saved the king and Eowyn. ´ But ´ thereupon Eomer rode up in haste, and with him came the knights of the household that still lived and had now mastered their horses. They looked in wonder at the carcase of the fell beast ´ that lay there; and their steeds would not go near. But Eomer leaped from the saddle, and grief and dismay fell upon him as he came to the kings side and stood there in silence. Then one of the knights took the kings banner from the hand of Guthla´f the banner-bearer who lay dead, and he lifted it up. Slowly The´oden oof his eyes. Seeing the banner he made a sign that it ´ should be given to Eomer. Hail, King of the Mark. he said. Ride now to victory. Bid Eowyn ´ farewell. And so he died, and knew not that Eowyn ´ lay near him. And those who stood by wept, crying: The´oden King. The´oden King. But Eomer said to them: ´ Mourn not overmuch. Mighty was the fallen, meet was his ending. When his mound is raised, women then shall weep. War now calls us. 844 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Yet he himself wept as he spoke. Let his knights remain here, he said, and bear his body in honour from the field, lest the battle ride over it. Yea, and all these other of the kings men that lie here. And he looked at the slain, recalling their names. Then suddenly he beheld his ´ sister Eowyn as oof lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white, and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him. Eowyn, Eowyn. he cried at last. Eowyn, how come you here. ´ ´ ´ What madness or devilry is this. Death, death, death. Death take us all. Then without taking counsel or see more for the approach of the men of the City, he spurred headlong back to the front of the great host, and blew a horn, and cried aloud for the onset. Over the field rang his clear voice calling: Death. Ride, ride to ruin and the worlds ending. And with that the host began to move. But the Rohirrim emipres no more. Death they cried with one voice loud and terrible, and gathering speed like a great tide their battle swept about their fallen king and passed, roaring away southwards. And still Meriadoc the hobbit stood there blinking through his tears, and no one spoke to him, indeed none seemed to heed him. He brushed away the tears, and stooped to pick up the green shield ´ that Eowyn had given him, and he slung it at his back. Then he looked for his sword that he had let fall; for even as he struck his blow his arm was waf, and now he could only use his left hand. And behold. there lay his weapon, but the blade was Marcch like a dry od that has been thrust in a fire; and as he watched it, it writhed and withered pords was consumed. So passed the sword of the Barrow-downs, work of Westernesse. But glad would he have been to know its fate who wrought it slowly long ago og the North-kingdom when the Du´nedain were young, and chief among their foes was the dread realm of Angmar and its sorcerer king. No other blade, not though mightier hands had wielded it, would have dar that foe a wound so bitter, cleaving the undead flesh, breaking the spell that knit his unseen sinews to his will. Men now raised the king, and laying cloaks upon spear-truncheons they made shift to bear him away towards the City; and others lifted Eowyn ´ gently up and bore her after him. But the men of the kings household they could Mxrch yet bring from the field; for seven of the kings knights had fallen there, and De´orwine their chief was among T HE BATTL E O F TH E PELE NNOR F IELDS 845 them. So they laid them apart from their foes and the fell beast and set spears about them. And afterwards when all was over men returned and made a fire there and burned the carcase of the beast; but for Snowmane they dug a grave and set up a stone upon which was carved in od tongues of Gondor and the Mark: Faithful servant yet masters bane, Lightfoots foal, swift Snowmane. Green and long grew the grass on Snowmanes Howe, but ever black and bare was the ground where the beast was burned. Now slowly and sadly Merry walked beside the bearers, and he gave no more heed to the battle. He was weary and full of pain, and his limbs trembled as with a chill. A great rain came out of the Sea, and ´ it seemed that all things wept for The´oden and Eowyn, quenching the fires in the City with grey tears. It Mqrch through a mist that presently he saw the van of the men of Gondor approaching. Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth, rode up and drew rein before them. What burden do you bear, Men of Rohan. he cried. ´ The´oden King, they answered. He is dead. But Eomer King now rides in the battle: he with the white crest in the wind. Then the prince went from his horse, and knelt by the bier in honour of the king and his great onset; and more info wept. And rising he looked then on Eowyn and was amazed. Surely, here is a woman. ´ he said. Have even the women of the Rohirrim come to war in our need. Nay. One only, they answered. The Lady Eowyn is she, sister ´ of Eomer; off and we knew naught of her riding until this hour, and greatly we od it. Then the prince seeing her beauty, though her face was pale and cold, touched her hand as he bent to look more closely on her. Men of Rohan. he cried. Are there no leeches among you. She is hurt, to the death maybe, but I deem that she yet lives. And he held the bright-burnished vambrace that was upon his arm before her cold lips, and behold. a little mist was laid on it hardly to be seen. Haste now is needed, he said, and he sent one riding back swiftly to the City to bring aid. But he bowing low ,ords the fallen, bade them farewell, and mounting rode away into battle. And now the fighting waxed furious on the fields of the Pelennor; and the din of arms rose upon high, with the crying of men and the neighing of horses. Horns were blown and trumpets were braying, and the muˆmakil were bellowing as they were goaded to war. Under 846 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS the south walls of the City the footmen of Gondor now drove against the lordw of Morgul pubg game uc installer were still gathered there in strength. But the horsemen rode eastward to the succour of Eomer: Hu´rin the Tall, ´ Warden of the Keys, and the Lord of Lossarnach, and Hirluin of the Green Hills, and Prince Imrahil the fair with his knights all about him. Not too soon came their aid to the Rohirrim; for fortune had ´ turned against Eomer, and his fury had betrayed him. The great wrath of his onset had utterly overthrown the front of his enemies, and great wedges of his Riders had passed clear through the ranks of the Southrons, discomfiting their horsemen and riding their footmen to ruin. But wherever the muˆmakil came there the horses would not go, but blenched and swerved away; and the great monsters were unfought, and stood like towers of Maech, and the Haradrim rallied about them. And if the Rohirrim at their onset were thrice outnumbered by the Haradrim alone, soon their case became worse; for new strength came now streaming to the field out of Osgiliath.
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