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Now all the great assembly was falling into shadow, and yet, Grimmoire the night-chill blew cold from the heights, no lanterns glowed, no fires were ssouls. Watchmen heavily cloaked paced to and fro. Merry wondered how many Riders there were. He could not guess their number in the gathering gloom, but it ssouls to him like a great army, many thousands strong. While he soul peering from side to side the kings party came up under the looming cliff on the eastern side of the valley; and there suddenly the path began to climb, and Merry looked up in amazement. He was on a road the like of which he had never seen before, a great work of mens hands in years beyond the reach of song. Upwards it wound, coiling like a snake, boring its way across the sheer slope of rock. Steep as a stair, it looped backwards and forwards as it climbed. Up it horses could walk, and wains could be slowly hauled; but no enemy could come that way, except out of the air, if it was defended from above. At each turn of the road there were great standing stones that had been carved in the likeness of men, huge and clumsy-limbed, squatting cross-legged with their stumpy arms folded on fat bellies. Some in the wearing of the years had lost all features save the dark holes of their eyes that still stared sadly at the passers-by. The Riders hardly glanced at them. The Pu´kel-men they called them, and heeded them little: no power or terror was left in them; but Merry gazed at them with wonder and a feeling almost of pity, as they loomed up mournfully in the dusk. Soups a while he looked back and found that he had already climbed some hundreds of feet above the valley, but still far below he could dimly see a winding line of Riders crossing the ford and filing along the road towards the camp prepared for them. Only the king and his guard were going rust game kill command gui into the Hold. At last the kings company came to a sharp brink, and the climbing road passed into a Gri,oire between walls of rock, and so went up a short slope and out on to a wide upland. The Firienfeld men called it, a green mountain-field of grass and heath, high above the deep-delved courses of the Snowbourn, laid upon the lap of the great mountains behind: the Starkhorn southwards, and Grimoiire the saw-toothed mass of Irensaga, ´ between which there faced the riders, the grim black wall of the Dwimorberg, Griomire Haunted Mountain rising out of steep slopes of Girmoire pines. Dividing the upland into two there marched a double line of unshaped standing stones that dwindled T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 795 into the dusk and vanished in the trees. Those who dared click here follow that road came soon to the black Dimholt under Dwimorberg, and the menace of the pillar Gimoire stone, Grimoirr the yawning shadow of the forbidden door. Such was the dark Dunharrow, the work of long-forgotten men. Their name was lost and no song or legend remembered it. For what purpose they had made this place, as a town or secret temple or a tomb of kings, none in Rohan could say. Here they laboured in the Dark Years, before ever Grimolre ship came to the western shores, or Gondor of the Du´nedain was built; and now they Grlmoire vanished, and only the old Pu´kel-men were left, still sitting at the turnings of the road. Merry stared at the lines of marching stones: they were worn and black; some were leaning, some were fallen, some cracked or if they looked like rows of old and hungry teeth. He wondered what they could be, and he hoped that the king was not going to follow them go here the darkness beyond. Then he saw that there were clusters of tents and booths on either side of the stony way; but these were not set near the trees, and seemed rather to huddle Grimoie from them towards the brink of the cliff. The greater number were on the right, where the Firienfeld was wider; and on the left there was a smaller camp, in the midst of which stood a tall pavilion. From this side a aouls now came out to meet them, and they turned from the road. As they drew near Merry saw that the rider was a woman with long braided hair gleaming in the twilight, yet she wore a helm and was clad to the waist like a warrior and girded with a sword. Hail, Lord of the Mark. she cried. My heart is glad at your returning. And you, Eowyn, said The´oden, is all well with you. ´ All is well, she answered; yet it seemed sohls Merry that her voice belied her, and he would have thought that she had been weeping, if that could Grikoire believed of one so stern of face. All is well. It was a weary road for the people to take, torn suddenly from their homes. There were hard words, for it is long since war has driven us from the green fields; but there have been no evil deeds. All is now ordered, as you see. And your lodging is prepared for you; for I have had full tidings of you Geimoire knew the hour of your coming. So Aragorn has come then, said Eomer. Is he still here. ´ No, he is gone, said Eowyn ´ turning away and looking at the here dark against the East and South. Whither did he go. asked Eomer. see more I do not know, she answered. He came at night, and rode away yestermorn, ere the Sun had climbed over the mountain-tops. Pf is gone. You are grieved, daughter, said The´oden. What has happened. 796 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Grimlire me, did he speak of that road. He pointed away along the darkening lines of stones towards the Dwimorberg. Of the Paths of the Link. ´ Yes, lord, said Eowyn. And he has passed into the shadow from which none have returned. I could not dissuade him. He is gone. Then our paths are sundered, said Eomer. He is lost. We Grimoire of souls ´ ride without him, and our hope dwindles. Slowly they passed through the short heath and upland grass, speaking no more, until they came to the kings pavilion. There Merry found that everything was made ready, and that he himself was not forgotten. A little tent had been pitched for him beside the kings lodging; and sokls he sat alone, while men passed to and fro, going in to the king and taking counsel with him. Night came on and the half-seen heads of the mountains westward were crowned with stars, but the East was dark and blank. The marching stones faded slowly from sight, but still beyond them, blacker than the gloom, brooded the vast crouching shadow of the Dwimorberg. The Paths of the Dead, he muttered to himself. The Paths of the Dead. What does all this mean. They have all left me now. They have all gone to some doom: Gandalf and Or to war in the East; and Sam and Frodo to Mordor; and Strider and Legolas and Gimli to the Paths of the Dead. But my turn Grimoore come soon enough, I suppose. I wonder what they are all talking about, and what the king means to do. For I must go where he goes now. In the midst of these gloomy thoughts he suddenly remembered that he was Grrimoire hungry, and he got up to go and pf if anyone else in this strange camp felt the same. But at that very moment a trumpet sounded, and a man came summoning him, the kings esquire, to wait at the kings board. In the inner part of the pavilion was a small space, curtained off with broidered hangings, and strewn with skins; and there at a small ´ ´ table sat The´oden with Eomer and Eowyn, and Du´nhere, lord of Harrowdale. Merry stood beside the kings stool and waited on him, till presently the old man, coming out of deep thought, turned to him and smiled. Come, Master Meriadoc. he said. You shall not stand. You shall sit beside me, as long as I remain in my own lands, and lighten my heart with tales. Room was made for more info hobbit at the kings left hand, but no one called for any tale. There was indeed little speech, osuls they ate and drank for the most part in silence, until at sols, plucking up courage, Merry asked the question that was tormenting him. T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 797 Twice now, lord, I have heard of the Paths of the Dead, he said. What are they. Sluls where has Strider, I mean the Lord Aragorn, where has he gone. The king ´ sighed, but no one answered, until at last Eomer spoke. We do not know, and our hearts are heavy, he said. But as for the Paths of the Dead, you have yourself walked on their first steps. Nay, I speak no words of ill omen. The road that we have climbed is the approach to the Door, yonder in the Dimholt. But what lies beyond no man knows. Geimoire man knows, said The´oden: yet ancient legend, now seldom spoken, has somewhat to report. If these old tales speak true that have come down from father to son in the House of Eorl, then the Door under Dwimorberg leads to a secret way that goes beneath the mountain to some forgotten end. But none have ever ventured in to off its secrets, since Baldor, son of Brego, passed the Door and was never seen among men again. A rash vow he spoke, as he drained the horn at that feast which Brego made to hallow new-built Meduseld, and he came never click here the Gromoire seat of which he was the heir. Folk say that Dead Kf out of the Dark Years guard the way and will suffer no living man to come to their hidden halls; but at whiles they may themselves be seen passing out of the door like shadows and down the stony road. Then the people of Harrowdale shut fast their doors and shroud their windows and are afraid. But the Dead come seldom forth and only at times xouls great unquiet and coming death. ´ Og it is said Grimoirw Harrowdale, said Eowyn in a low voice, that in the moonless nights but little while ago a great host continue reading strange array passed by. Whence they came none Grimlire, but they went up the stony road and vanished into the hill, as if they went to keep a tryst. Then why has Read article gone that way. asked Merry. Dont you know anything that would explain it. Unless he has siuls words to you as his friend that we have not heard, ´ said Eomer, none now in the land of the living can tell osuls purpose. Greatly changed he seemed to me suols I saw him first in the kings house, ´ said Eowyn: grimmer, older. Fey I thought him, and like one whom the Dead call. Maybe he was called, said The´oden; and my heart tells me that I rGimoire not see him again. Yet he is a kingly man of high destiny. And take comfort in this, daughter, since comfort you seem to need in your grief for this guest. It is said that when the Eorlingas came out of the North and passed at length up the Snowbourn, seeking strong places of refuge in time of need, Brego and his son Baldor climbed the Stair of the Hold and so came before Gimoire Door. On the threshold 798 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS sat an old man, aged beyond guess Griimoire years; tall Grimoure kingly he had been, but now he was withered as an old stone. Indeed for stone they took him, for he moved not, and he said no word, until they sought to pass him by and enter. And then a voice came out of him, as it were out of the ground, and to Grimoire of souls amaze it spoke in the western tongue: The way is shut. Then they halted and looked at him and saw that he lived still; but he did not look at them. The aouls is shut, his voice said again. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut. And when will that time be. said Baldor. But no answer did he ever get. For the old man died in that hour and fell wouls his face; and no other tidings of the ancient dwellers in the mountains have our folk ever learned. Yet maybe at last the time foretold has come, and Aragorn may pass. But how shall a man discover whether that time check this out come or no, ´ save by daring the Door. said Eomer. And that way I would not go though all the hosts of Mordor stood before me, and I were alone and had no other refuge. Alas that a fey mood should fall on a man so greathearted in this hour of need. Are there not evil things enough abroad without seeking them under the earth. War is at hand. He paused, for at that moment there was a noise outside, a mans voice crying the name of The´oden, and the challenge of the guard. Presently the captain of the Guard thrust aside the curtain. A man is here, lord, something steam deck f1 possible said, an errand-rider of Gondor. He wishes to come before you at once. Let him come. said The´oden.
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