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The Rangers had heard the horn and ran toward the river, bows at the ready. Their quick feet arrived just after the others emerged with the orc, struggling and biting at his captors.
Boromir was bent over Wyniel, still holding the dead child in her arms, but now sitting on a piece of stonework that had been placed there by one of the soldiers. Both nobles bawled, and some soldiers wiped the tears from their eyes, as well. Faramir saw the scene, worried, then pushed others aside to get to his brother and sister-in-law. When he saw the limp baby, stuck by an arrow, he dropped to his knees and cried with them.
Boromir saw the soldiers arrive with the orc, and breaking through the crowd as he unsheathed his sword, he slashed the orc open from armpit to hip. Sticking it with his gleaming sword, Boromir shouted and cried his woe until the orc was nothing but a black mangled mess on the grass. Then dropping his sword he ran back to his wife, who had just about collapsed.
Wyniel heard the screams of both her husband and the monster, and feeling faint, she wished for Boromir to return to her side. Her eyes were streaming with tears, and it was then that she realized that her chest hurt, but not only from the convulsive crying. It took all the courage she had to pull the child from her breast. But as she did so, she felt her skin move apart and jerk. The low neckline was stained with blood, and looking upon it, then her child, Wyniel saw that the arrow had passed clean through her baby and had pierced her.
"The lady is hurt!" one man cried. Boromir was by her side again, and he touched her shoulder, above the wound, and called for a horse. He lifted her onto the tall steed, still holding Ecthelion, although she held him cradled instead of clutched, and rode with several guards (and Faramir not far behind) to Minas Tirith.