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the enemy swept up。 The lines of fire became flowing torrents； file upon file of Orcs bearing flames；
and wild Southron men with red banners； shouting with harsh tongues； surging up； overtaking the
retreat。 And with a piercing cry out of the dim sky fell the winged shadows； the Nazg？l stooping to
the kill。
The retreat became a rout。 Already men were breaking away； flying wild and witless here and
there； flinging away their weapons； crying out in fear； falling to the ground。
And then a trumpet rang from the Citadel； and Denethor at last released the sortie。 Drawn up
within the shadow of the Gate and under the looming walls outside they had waited for his signal：
all the mounted men that were left in the City。 Now they sprang forward； formed； quickened to a
gallop； and charged with a great shout。 And from the walls an answering shout went up； for
foremost on the field rode the swan…knights of Dol Amroth with their Prince and his blue banner at
their head。
'Amroth for Gondor！' they cried。 'Amroth to Faramir！'
Like thunder they broke upon the enemy on either flank of the retreat； but one rider outran them
all； swift as the wind in the grass： Shadowfax bore him； shining； unveiled once more； a light
starting from his upraised hand。
The Nazg？l screeched and swept away； for their Captain was not yet e to challenge the
white fire of his foe。 The hosts of Morgul intent on their prey； taken at unawares in wild career；
broke； scattering like sparks in a gale。 The out…panies with a great cheer turned and smote their
pursuers。 Hunters became the hunted。 The retreat became an onslaught。 The field was strewn with
stricken orcs and men； and a reek arose of torches cast away； sputtering out in swirling smoke。 The
cavalry rode on。
But Denethor did not permit them to go far。 Though the enemy was checked； and for the
moment driven back； great forces were flowing in from the East。 Again the trumpet rang； sounding
the retreat。 The cavalry of Gondor halted。 Behind their screen the out…panies re…formed。 Now
steadily they came marching back。 They reached the Gate of the City and entered； stepping proudly：
and proudly the people of the City looked on them and cried their praise； and yet they were
troubled in heart。 For the panies were grievously reduced。 Faramir had lost a third of his men。
And where was he？
Last of all he came。 His men passed in。 The mounted knights returned； and at their rear the
banner of Dol Amroth； and the Prince。 And in his arms before him on his horse he bore the body of
his kinsman； Faramir son of Denethor； found upon the stricken field。
'Faramir！ Faramir！' men cried； weeping in the streets。 But he did not answer； and they bore him
away up the winding road to the Citadel and his father。 Even as the Nazg？l had swerved aside from
the onset of the White Rider； there came flying a deadly dart； and Faramir； as he held at bay a
mounted champion of Harad； had fallen to the earth。 Only the charge of Dol Amroth had saved him
from the red southland swords that would have hewed him as he lay。
The Prince Imrahil brought Faramir to the White Tower； and he said： Your son has returned；
lord； after great deeds； and he told all that he had seen。 But Denethor rose and looked on the face of
his son and was silent。 Then he bade them make a bed in the chamber and lay Faramir upon it and
depart。 But he himself went up alone into the secret room under the summit of the Tower； and
many who looked up thither at that time saw a pale light that gleamed and flickered from the
narrow windows for a while； and then flashed and went out。 And when Denethor descended again
he went to Faramir and sat beside him without speaking； but the face of the Lord was grey； more
deathlike than his son's。
So now at last the City was besieged； enclosed in a ring of foes。 The Rammas was broken； and
all the Pelennor abandoned to the Enemy。 The last word to e from outside the walls was
brought by men flying down the northward road ere the Gate was shut。 They were the remnant of
the guard that was kept at that point where the way from Anórien and Rohan ran into the townlands：
Ingold led them； the same who had admitted Gandalf and Pippin less than five days before； while
the sun still rose and there was hope in the morning。
'There is no news of the Rohirrim；' he said。 'Rohan will not e now。 Or if they e； it will
not avail us。 The new host that we had tidings of has e first； from over the River by way of
Andros； it is said。 They are strong： battalions of Orcs of the Eye； and countless panies of Men
of a new sort that we have not met before。 Not tall； but broad and grim； bearded like dwarves；
wielding great axes。 Out of some savage land in the wide East they e； we deem。 They hold the
northward road； and many have passed on into Anórien。 The Rohirrim cannot e。'
The Gate was shut。 All night watchmen on the walls heard the rumour of the enemy that roamed
outside； burning field and tree； and hewing any man that they found abroad； living or dead。 The
numbers that had already passed over the River could not be guessed in the darkness； but when
morning； or its dim shadow； stole over the plain； it was seen that even fear by night had scarcely
over…counted them。 The plain was dark with their marching panies； and as far as eyes could
strain in the mirk there sprouted； like a foul fungus…growth； all about the beleaguered city great
camps of tents； black or sombre red。
Busy as ants hurrying orcs were digging； digging lines of deep trenches in a huge ring； just out
of bowshot from the walls； and as the trenches were made each was filled with fire； though how it
was kindled or fed； by art or devilry； none could see。 All day the labour went forward； while the
men of Minas Tirith looked on； unable to hinder it。 And as each length of trench was pleted；
they could see great wains approaching； and soon yet more panies of the enemy were swiftly
setting up； each behind the cover of a trench； great engines for the casting of missiles。 There were
none upon the City walls large enough to reach so far or to stay the work。
At first men laughed and did not greatly fear such devices。 For the main wall of the City was of
great height and marvellous thickness； built ere the power and craft of Númenor waned in exile；
and its outward face was like to the Tower of Orthanc； hard and dark and smooth； unconquerable
by steel or fire； unbreakable except by some convulsion that would rend the very earth on which it
stood。
'Nay；' they said； 'not if the Nameless One himself should e； not even he could enter here
while we yet live。' But some answered： 'While we yet live？ How long？ He has a weapon that has
brought low many strong places since the world began。 Hunger。 The roads are cut。 Rohan will not
e。'
But the engines did not waste shot upon the indomitable wall。 It was no brigand or orc…chieftain
that ordered the assault upon the Lord of Mordor's greatest foe。 A power and mind of malice guided
it。 As soon as the great catapults were set； with many yells and the creaking of rope and winch； they
began to throw missiles marvellously high； so that they passed right above the battlement and fell
thudding within the first circle of the City； and many of them by some secret art burst into flame as
they came toppling down。
Soon there was great peril of fire behind the wall； and all who could be spared were busy
quelling the flames that sprang up in many places。 Then among the greater casts there fell another
hail； less ruinous but more horrible。 All about the streets and lanes behind the Gate it tumbled down；
small round shot that did not burn。 But when men ran to learn what it might be； they cried aloud or
wept。 For the enemy was flinging into the City all the heads of those who had fallen fighting at
Osgiliath； or on the Rammas； or in the fields。 They were grim to look on； for though some were
crushed and shapeless； and some had been cruelly hewn； yet many had features that could be told；
and it seemed that they had died in pain； and all were branded with the foul token of the Lidless
Eye。 But marred and dishonoured as they were； it often chanced that thus a man would see again
the face of someone that he had known； who had walked proudly once in arms； or tilled the fields；
or ridden in upon a holiday from the green vales in the hills。
In vain men shook their fists at the pitiless foes that swarmed before the Gate。 Curses they
heeded not； nor understood the tongues of western men； crying with harsh voices like beasts and
carrion…birds。 But soon there were few left in Minas Tirith who had the heart to stand up and defy
the hosts of Mordor。 For yet another weapon； swifter than hunger； the Lord of the Dark Tower had：
dread and despair。
The Nazg？l came again； and as their Dark Lord now grew and put forth his strength； so their
voices； which uttered only his will and his malice； were filled with evil and horror。 Ever they
circled above the City； like vultures that expect their fill of doomed men's flesh。 Out of sight and
shot they flew； and yet were ever pres