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the two； and he felt the strain between them； almost as if he saw a line of smouldering fire； drawn
from eye to eye； that might suddenly burst into flame。
Denethor looked indeed much more like a great wizard than Gandalf did； more kingly； beautiful；
and powerful； and older。 Yet by a sense other than sight Pippin perceived that Gandalf had the
greater power and the deeper wisdom； and a majesty that was veiled。 And he was older； far older。
'How much older？' he wondered； and then he thought how odd it was that he had never thought
about it before。 Treebeard had said something about wizards； but even then he had not thought of
Gandalf as one of them。 What was Gandalf？ In what far time and place did he e into the world；
and when would he leave it？ And then his musings broke off； and he saw that Denethor and
Gandalf still looked each other in the eye； as if reading the other's mind。 But it was Denethor who
first withdrew his gaze。
'Yea；' he said； 'for though the Stones be lost； they say； still the lords of Gondor have keener sight
than lesser men； and many messages e to them。 But sit now！'
Then men came bearing a chair and a low stool； and one brought a salver with a silver flagon
and cups； and white cakes。 Pippin sat down； but he could not take his eyes from the old lord。 Was it
so； or had he only imagined it； that as he spoke of the Stones a sudden gleam of his eye had glanced
upon Pippin's face？
'Now tell me your tale； my liege；' said Denethor； half kindly； half mockingly。 'For the words of
one whom my son so befriended will be wele indeed。'
Pippin never forgot that hour in the great hall under the piercing eye of the Lord of Gondor；
stabbed ever and anon by his shrewd questions； and all the while conscious of Gandalf at his side；
watching and listening； and （so Pippin felt） holding in check a rising wrath and impatience。 When
the hour was over and Denethor again rang the gong； Pippin felt worn out。 'It cannot be more than
nine o'clock；' he thought。 'I could now eat three breakfasts on end。'
'Lead the Lord Mithrandir to the housing prepared for him；' said Denethor； 'and his panion
may lodge with him for the present； if he will。 But be it known that I have now sworn him to my
service； and he shall be known as Peregrin son of Paladin and taught the lesser pass…words。 Send
word to the Captains that they shall wait on me here； as soon as may be after the third hour has rung。
'And you； my Lord Mithrandir； shall e too； as and when you will。 None shall hinder your
ing to me at any time； save only in my brief hours of sleep。 Let your wrath at an old man's folly
run off and then return to my fort！'
'Folly？' said Gandalf。 'Nay； my lord； when you are a dotard you will die。 You can use even your
grief as a cloak。 Do you think that I do not understand your purpose in questioning for an hour one
who knows the least； while I sit by？'
'If you understand it； then be content；' returned Denethor。 'Pride would be folly that disdained
help and counsel at need； but you deal out such gifts according to your own designs。 Yet the Lord
of Gondor is not to be made the tool of other men's purposes； however worthy。 And to him there is
no purpose higher in the world as it now stands than the good of Gondor； and the rule of Gondor；
my lord； is mine and no other man's； unless the king should e again。'
'Unless the king should e again？' said Gandalf。 'Well； my lord Steward； it is your task to
keep some kingdom still against that event； which few now look to see。 In that task you shall have
all the aid that you are pleased to ask for。 But I will say this： the rule of no realm is mine； neither of
Gondor nor any other； great or small。 But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands；
those are my care。 And for my part； I shall not wholly fail of my task； though Gondor should perish；
if anything passes through this night that can still grow fair or bear fruit and flower again in days to
e。 For I also am a steward。 Did you not know？' And with that he turned and strode from the hall
with Pippin running at his side。
Gandalf did not look at Pippin or speak a word to him as they went。 Their guide brought them
from the doors of the hall； and then led them across the Court of the Fountain into a lane between
tall buildings of stone。 After several turns they came to a house close to the wall of the citadel upon
the north side； not far from the shoulder that linked the hill with the mountain。 Within； upon the
first floor above the street； up a wide carven stair； he showed them to a fair room； light and airy；
with goodly hangings of dull gold sheen unfigured。 It was sparely furnished； having but a small
table； two chairs and a bench； but at either side there were curtained alcoves and well…clad beds
within with vessels and basins for washing。 There were three high narrow windows that looked
northward over the great curve of Anduin； still shrouded in mists； towards the Emyn Muil and
Rauros far away。 Pippin had to climb on the bench to look out over the deep stone sill。
'Are you angry with me； Gandalf？' he said； as their guide went out and closed the door。 'I did the
best I could。'
'You did indeed！' said Gandalf； laughing suddenly； and he came and stood beside Pippin； putting
his arm about the hobbit's shoulders and gazing out of the window。 Pippin glanced in some wonder
at the face now close beside his own； for the sound of that laugh had been gay and merry。 Yet in the
wizard's face he saw at first only lines of care and sorrow； though as he looked more intently he
perceived that under all there was a great joy： a fountain of mirth enough to set a kingdom laughing；
were it to gush forth。
'Indeed you did your best；' said the wizard； 'and I hope that it may be long before you find
yourself in such a tight corner again between two such terrible old men。 Still the Lord of Gondor
learned more from you than you may have guessed； Pippin。 You could not hide the fact that
Boromir did not lead the pany from Moria； and that there was one among you of high honour
who was ing to Minas Tirith； and that he had a famous sword。 Men think much about the
stories of old days in Gondor； and Denethor has given long thought to the rhyme and to the words
_Isildur's Bane_； since Boromir went away。
'He is not as other men of this time； Pippin； and whatever be his descent from father to son； by
some chance the blood of Westernesse runs nearly true in him； as it does in his other son； Faramir；
and yet did not in Boromir whom he loved best。 He has long sight。 He can perceive； if he bends his
will thither； much of what is passing in the minds of men； even of those that dwell far off。 It is
difficult to deceive him； and dangerous to try。
'Remember that！ For you are now sworn to his service。 I do not know what put it into your head；
or your heart； to do that。 But it was well done。 I did not hinder it； for generous deed should not be
checked by cold counsel。 It touched his heart； as well （may I say it） as pleasing his humour。 And at
least you are free now to move about as you w