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they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?’
    ‘A time may come soon,’ said he, ‘when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall
remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are
unpraised.’
    And she answered: ‘All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died
in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of
Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.’
    ‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked.
    ‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond
recall or desire.’
    ‘And yet you counselled me not to adventure on the road that I had chosen, because it is perilous?’
    ‘So may one counsel another,’ she said. ‘Yet I do not bid you flee from peril, but to ride to battle where your sword may
win renown and victory. I would not see a thing that is high and excellent cast away needlessly.’
    ‘Nor would I,’ he said. ‘Therefore I say to you, lady: Stay! For you have no errand to the South.’
    ‘Neither have those others who go with thee. They go only because they would not be parted from thee – because they love thee.’
Then she turned and vanished into the night.
    When the light of day was come into the sky but the sun was not yet risen above the high ridges in the East, Aragorn made
ready to depart. His company was all mounted, and he was about to leap into the saddle, when the Lady Éowyn came to bid them
farewell. She was clad as a Rider and girt with a sword. In her hand she bore a cup, and she set it toher lips and drank a little, wishing them good speed; and then she gave the cup to Aragorn, and he drank, and he said: ‘Farewell,
Lady of Rohan! I drink to the fortunes of your House, and of you, and of all your people. Say to your brother: beyond the
shadows we may meet again!’
    Then it seemed to Gimli and Legolas who were nearby that she wept, and in one so stern and proud that seemed the more grievous.
But she said: ‘Aragorn, wilt thou go?’
    ‘I will,’ he said.
    ‘Then wilt thou not let me ride with this company, as I have asked?’
    ‘I will not, lady,’ he said. ‘For that I could not grant without leave of the king and of your brother; and they will not
return until tomorrow. But I count now every hour, indeed every minute. Farewell!’
    Then she fell on her knees, saying: ‘I beg thee!’
    ‘Nay, lady,’ he said, and taking her by the hand he raised her. Then he kissed her hand, and sprang into the saddle, and rode
away, and did not look back; and only those who knew him well and were near to him saw the pain that he bore.
    But Éowyn stood still as a figure carven in stone, her hands clenched at her sides, and she watched them until they passed
into the shadows under the black Dwimorberg, the Haunted Mountain, in which was the Door of the Dead. When they were lost
to view, she turned, stumbling as one that is blind, and went back to her lodging. But none of her folk saw this parting,
for they hid themselves in fear and would not come forth until the day was up, and the reckless strangers were gone.
    And some said: ‘They are Elvish wights. Let them go where they belong, into the dark places, and never return. The times are
evil enough.’
    The light was still grey as they rode, for the sun had not yet climbed over the black ridges of the Haunted Mountain before
them. A dread fell on them, even as they passedbetween the lines of ancient stones and so came to the Dimholt. There under the gloom of black trees that not even Legolas
could long endure they found a hollow place opening at the mountain’s root, and right in their path stood a single mighty
stone like a