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upon the table。 Wood was piled under it； and high all about it； and all was drenched with oil； even
the garments of Faramir and the coverlets； but as yet no fire had been set to the fuel。 Then Gandalf
revealed the strength that lay hid in him； even as the light of his power was hidden under his grey
mantle。 He leaped up on to the faggots； and raising the sick man lightly he sprang down again； and
bore him towards the door。 But as he did so Faramir moaned and called on his father in his dream。
Denethor started as one waking from a trance； and the flame died in his eyes； and he wept； and
he said： 'Do not take my son from me！ He calls for me。'
'He calls；' said Gandalf； 'but you cannot e to him yet。 For he must seek healing on the
threshold of death； and maybe find it not。 Whereas your part is to go out to the battle of your City；
where maybe death awaits you。 This you know in your heart。'
'He will not wake again；' said Denethor。 'Battle is vain。 Why should we wish to live longer？
Why should we not go to death side by side？'
'Authority is not given to you； Steward of Gondor； to order the hour of your death；' answered
Gandalf。 'And only the heathen kings； under the domination of the Dark Power； did thus； slaying
themselves in pride and despair； murdering their kin to ease their own death。' Then passing through
the door he took Faramir from the deadly house and laid him on the bier on which he had been
brought； and which had now been set in the porch。 Denethor followed him； and stood trembling；
looking with longing on the face of his son。 And for a moment； while all were silent and still；
watching the Lord in his throes； he wavered。
'e！' said Gandalf。 'We are needed。 There is much that you can yet do。'
Then suddenly Denethor laughed。 He stood up tall and proud again； and stepping swiftly back to
the table he lifted from it the pillow on which his head had lain。 Then ing to the doorway he
drew aside the covering； and lo！ he had between his hands a _palantír_。 And as he held it up； it
seemed to those that looked on that the globe began to glow with an inner flame； so that the lean
face of the Lord was lit as with a red fire； and it seemed cut out of hard stone； sharp with black
shadows； noble； proud； and terrible。 His eyes glittered。
'Pride and despair！' he cried。 'Didst thou think that the eyes of the White Tower were blind？ Nay；
I have seen more than thou knowest； Grey Fool。 For thy hope is but ignorance。 Go then and labour
in healing！ Go forth and fight！ Vanity。 For a little space you may triumph on the field； for a day。
But against the Power that now arises there is no victory。 To this City only the first finger of its
hand has yet been stretched。 All the East is moving。 And even now the wind of thy hope cheats thee
and wafts up Anduin a fleet with black sails。 The West has failed。 It is time for all to depart who
would not be slaves。'
'Such counsels will make the Enemy's victory certain indeed；' said Gandalf。
'Hope on then！' laughed Denethor。 'Do I not know thee； Mithrandir？ Thy hope is to rule in my
stead； to stand behind every throne； north； south； or west。 I have read thy mind and its policies。 Do I
not know that you manded this halfling here to keep silence？ That you brought him hither to be
a spy within my very chamber？ And yet in our speech together I have learned the names and
purpose of all thy panions。 So！ With the left hand thou wouldst use me for a little while as a
shield against Mordor； and with the right bring up this Ranger of the North to supplant me。
'But I say to thee； Gandalf Mithrandir； I will not be thy tool！ I am Steward of the House of
Anárion。 I will not step down to be the dotard chamberlain of an upstart。 Even were his claim
proved to me； still he es but of the line of Isildur。 I will not bow to such a one； last of a ragged
house long bereft of lordship and dignity。'
'What then would you have；' said Gandalf； 'if your will could have its way？'
'I would have things as they were in all the days of my life；' answered Denethor； 'and in the days
of my longfathers before me： to be the Lord of this City in peace； and leave my chair to a son after
me； who would be his own master and no wizard's pupil。 But if doom denies this to me； then I will
have _naught_： neither life diminished； nor love halved； nor honour abated。'
'To me it would not seem that a Steward who faithfully surrenders his charge is diminished in
love or in honour；' said Gandalf。 'And at the least you shall not rob your son of his choice while his
death is still in doubt。'
At those words Denethor's eyes flamed again； and taking the Stone under his arm he drew a
knife and strode towards the bier。 But Beregond sprang forward and set himself before Faramir。
'So！' cried Denethor。 'Thou hadst already stolen half my son's love。 Now thou stealest the hearts
of my knights also； so that they rob me wholly of my son at the last。 But in this at least thou shalt
not defy my will： to rule my own end。'
'e hither！' he cried to his servants。 'e； if you are not all recreant！' Then two of them ran
up the steps to him。 Swiftly he snatched a torch from the hand of one and sprang back into the
house。 Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the brand amid the fuel； and at once it crackled
and roared into flame。
Then Denethor leaped upon the table； and standing there wreathed in fire and smoke he took up
the staff of his stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it on his knee。 Casting the pieces into the
blaze he bowed and laid himself on the table； clasping the _palantír_ with both hands upon his
breast。 And it was said that ever after； if any man looked in that Stone； unless he had a great
strength of will to turn it to other purpose； he saw only two aged hands withering in flame。
Gandalf in grief and horror turned his face away and closed the door。 For a while he stood in
thought； silent upon the threshold； while those outside heard the greedy roaring of the fire within。
And then Denethor gave a great cry； and afterwards spoke no more； nor was ever again seen by
mortal men。
'So passes Denethor； son of Ecthelion；' said Gandalf： Then he turned to Beregond and the Lord's
servants that stood there aghast。 'And so pass also the days of Gondor that you have known； for
good or evil they are ended。 Ill deeds have been done here； but let now all enmity that lies between
you be put away； for it was contrived by the Enemy and works his will。 You have been caught in a
net of warring duties that you did not weave。 But think； you servants of the Lord； blind in your
obedience； that but for the treason of Beregond Faramir； Captain of the White Tower； would now
also be burned。
'Bear away from this unhappy place your rades who have fallen。 And we will bear Faramir；
Steward of Gondor； to a place where he can sleep in peace； or die if that be his doom。'
Then Gandalf and Beregond taking up the bier bore it away towards the Houses of Healing；
while behind them walked Pippin with downcast head。 But the servants of the Lord stood gazing as
stricke