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.A great black shape againstthefires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair.Inrodethe Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yethadpassed, and all fled before his face.All save one.There waiting, silent andstill in the space before theGate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax : Shadowfaxwho alone among thefree horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving,steadfast as agraven image in Rath Dínen.`You cannot enter here,' saidGandalf, and the huge shadow halted.`Go back to the abyss prepared for you !Go back ! Fall into thenothingness that awaits you and your Master.Go !'The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kinglycrown;and yet upon no head visible was it set.The red fires shonebetween it andthe mantled shoulders vast and dark.From a mouthunseen there came a deadlylaughter.'Old fool ! ' he said.`Old fool ! This is my hour.Do you notknowDeath when you see it ? Die now and curse in vain ! ' And withthathe lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.Gandalfdid not move.And in that very moment, away behind insome courtyard of theCity, a cock crowed.Shrill and clear he crowed,recking nothing of wizardryor war, welcoming only the morn-ing that in the sky far above the shadows ofdeath was comingwith the dawn.And as if in answer there came from faraway another note.Horns,horns, horns.In dark Mindolluin's sides they dimlyechoed.Greathorns of the North wildly blowing.Rohan had come atlast.Perv NextMail tome
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