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Then one rode forward, a tall man, taller than the rest; from his helm as a crest a white horsetail
flowed.
Grave and thoughtful was her glance, as she looked on the king with cool pity in her eyes. Very fair was her face,
and her long hair was like a river of gold. Slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver; but strong
she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings.
'...He is bold and cunning. Even now he plays a game of peril and wins a throw. Hours of my precious time
he has wasted already. Down snake!" he said suddenly in a terrible voice. 'Down on your belly! How long is
it since Saruman bought you? what was the promised price? When all the men were dead, you were to pick your
share of the treasyre, and take the woman you desire? Too long have you watched her under your eyelids and
haunted her steps.'
'Alas! For she was pitted against a foe beyond the strength of her mind or body. And those who will take
a weapon to such an enemy must be sterner than steel, if the very shock shall not destroy them. It was an
evil doom that set her in his path. For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I
know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me
that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as
if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it
stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die? Her malady begins far back before
this day, does it not, Éomer?'
Gríma: "Oh, but you are alone! Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness. In bitter watches of the night, when
all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, like a hutch to trammel some wild
thing in. So fair, so cold, like a morning pale spring still clinging to winter's chill." Eomer: "How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Grima? When all the men are dead
you will take your share of the treasure? Too long have you watched my sister, too long have you haunted her steps."
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