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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 éowyn 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 numbed； and now he could only use his left
hand。 And behold！ there lay his weapon； but the blade was smoking like a dry branch that has been
thrust in a fire； and as he watched it； it writhed and withered and 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 in the North…kingdom when the Dúnedain 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 dealt 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 éowyn gently up and bore her after him。 But the men of
the king's household they could not yet bring from the field； for seven of the king's knights had
fallen there； and Déorwine their chief was among 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 the tongues of Gondor and the Mark：
Faithful servant yet master's bane
Lightfoot's foal； swift Snowmane。
Green and long grew the grass on Snowmane's 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 Théoden and éowyn； quenching the fires in the City with
grey tears。 It was 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。
'Théoden King；' they answered。 'He is dead。 But éomer 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 he wept。 And rising he looked then on éowyn and was amazed。 'Surely； here is a
woman？' he said。 'Have even the women of the Rohirrim e to war in our need？'
'Nay！ One only；' they answered。 'The Lady éowyn is she； sister of éomer； and we knew naught
of her riding until this hour； and greatly we rue 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 tips； 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 to 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 _m？makil_ were bellowing as they were goaded to war。 Under the south walls of
the City the footmen of Gondor now drove against the legions of Morgul that were still gathered
there in strength。 But the horsemen rode eastward to the succour of éomer： Húrin 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 éomer； 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； disfiting their
horsemen and riding their footmen to ruin。 But wherever the _m？makil_ came there the horses
would not go； but blenched and swerved away； and the great monsters were unfought； and stood
like towers of defence； 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。 There they had been mustered for the sack of the City
and the rape of Gondor； waiting on the call of their Captain。 He now was destroyed； but Gothmog
the lieutenant of Morgul had flung them into the fray； Easterlings with axes； and Variags of Khand。
Southrons in scarlet； and out of Far Harad black men like half…trolls with white eyes and red
tongues。 Some now hastened up behind the Rohirrim； others held westward to hold off the forces of
Gondor and prevent their joining with Rohan。
It was even as the day thus began to turn against Gondor and their hope wavered that a new cry
went up in the City； it being then midmorning； and a great wind blowing； and the rain flying north；
and the sun shining。 In that clear air watchmen on the walls saw afar a new sight of fear； and their
last hope left them。
For Anduin； from the bend at the Harlond； so flowed that from the City men could look down it
lengthwise for some leagues； and the far…sighted could see any ships that approached。 And looking
thither they cried in dismay； for black against the glittering stream they beheld a fleet borne up on
the wind： dromunds； and ships of great draught with many oars； and with black sails bellying in the
breeze。
'The Corsairs of Umbar！' men shouted。 'The Corsairs of Umbar！ Look！ The Corsairs of Umbar
are ing！ So Belfalas is taken； and the Ethir； and Lebennin is gone。 The Corsairs are upon us！ It
is the last stroke of doom！'
And some without order； for none could he found to mand them in the City； ran to the bells
and tolled the alarm； and some blew the trumpets sounding the retreat。 'Back to the walls！' they
cried。 'Back to the walls！ e back to the City before all are overwhelmed！' But the wind that
sped the ships blew all their clamour away。
The Rohirrim indeed had no need of news or alarm。 All too well they could see for themselves
the black sails。 For éomer was now scarcely a mile from the Harlond； and a great press of his first
foes was between him and the haven there； while new foes came swirling behind； cutting him off
from the Prince。 Now he looked to the River； and hope died in his heart； and the wind that he had
blessed