Eowin it was, and Dernhelm also. For into Merry's mind flashed the memory of the face, that he saw at the riding from Dunharrow: the face of one that goes seeking death, having no hope. Pity filled his heart and great wonder, and slowly the slo-kindled courage of his race awoke. He clenched his hand. She sould not die, so fair, so desperate! At least she should not die alone, anaided.

from The Return of the King "The Battle of Pelennor Fields".

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