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Two rows of mounds lay silent as the horse and riders approached the gate.

A voice rang out. Declare your name and your business. Widfara stopped Fasrunne.

I am Widfara of the Mark. I bring a traveler to King Theoden. I found her on the edge of Fangorn and present her to the king so that he may decide her fate. Erin shivered. That doesn't sound good at all. The guards signaled them forward, and they entered the city. Widfara headed straight for the enormous golden hall that crowned the hill.

It is all right, young Erin. The king is wise. I do not think he will be too harsh to one so young. He spoke gently, like a father. Erin smiled a little.

Thank you, Widfara. I will remember your words. They continued in silence, the horse's steps muffled amidst the bustle of the city. Well, this is it. Something is going to happen really soon. I only wish I knew what.


The clopping of the horse's hooves seemed to grow louder as the pair rose higher up the hill to the empty street leading to the great hall. Before a flight of steps, Widfara stopped.

I can go no further. He called out and another guard appeared. Widfara dismounted and held a brief conference with the guard while Erin sat tensely on Fasrunne's back. Then Widfara turned to Erin. He will take you to the king.

He helped Erin dismount, whispering softly, Be brave little one. Farewell. Then he swung onto the horse again, gave a sort of half salute, and wheeled, vanishing down a side street. Erin swallowed hard, and turned to follow the unsmiling guard.