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    <h2>Minas Tirith</h2>
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    <p>
      Pippin looked out from the shelter of Gandalf"s cloak. He wondered if he
      was awake or still sleeping, still in the swift-moving dream in which he
      had been wrapped so long since the great ride began. The dark world was
      rushing by and the wind sang loudly in his ears. He could see nothing but
      the wheeling stars, and away to his right vast shadows against the sky
      where the mountains of the South marched past. Sleepily he tried to reckon
      the times and stages of their journey, but his memory was drowsy and
      uncertain.
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      There had been the first ride at terrible speed without a halt, and then
      in the dawn he had seen a pale gleam of gold, and they had come to the
      silent town and the great empty house on the hill. And hardly had they
      reached its shelter when the winged shadow had passed over once again, and
      men wilted with fear. But Gandalf had spoken soft words to him, and he had
      slept in a corner, tired but uneasy, dimly aware of comings and goings and
      of men talking and Gandalf giving orders. And then again riding, riding in
      the night. This was the second, no, the third night since he had looked in
      the Stone. And with that hideous memory he woke fully, and shivered, and
      the noise of the wind became filled with menacing voices.
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      A light kindled in the sky, a blaze of yellow fire behind dark barriers
      Pippin cowered back, afraid for a moment, wondering into what dreadful
      country Gandalf was bearing him. He rubbed his eyes, and then he saw that
      it was the moon rising above the eastern shadows, now almost at the full.
      So the night was not yet old and for hours the dark journey would go on.
      He stirred and spoke.
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    <p>"Where are we, Gandalf?" he asked.</p>
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      "In the realm of Gondor," the wizard answered. "The land of Anórien is
      still passing by."
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    <p>
      There was a silence again for a while. Then, "What is that?" cried Pippin
      suddenly, clutching at Gandalf"s cloak. "Look! Fire, red fire! Are there
      dragons in this land? Look, there is another!"
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    <p>
      For answer Gandalf cried aloud to his horse. "On, Shadowfax! We must
      hasten. Time is short. See! The beacons of Gondor are alight, calling for
      aid. War is kindled. See, there is the fire on Amon Dîn, and flame on
      Eilenach; and there they go speeding west: Nardol, Erelas, Min-Rimmon,
      Calenhad, and the Halifirien on the borders of Rohan."
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      But Shadowfax paused in his stride, slowing to a walk, and then he lifted
      up his head and neighed. And out of the darkness the answering neigh of
      other horses came; and presently the thudding of hoofs was heard, and
      three riders swept up and passed like flying ghosts in the moon and
      vanished into the West. Then Shadowfax gathered himself together and
      sprang away, and the night flowed over him like a roaring wind.
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      Pippin became drowsy again and paid little attention to Gandalf telling
      him of the customs of Gondor, and how the Lord of the City had beacons
      built on the tops of outlying hills along both borders of the great range,
      and maintained posts at these points where fresh horses were always in
      readiness to bear his errand-riders to Rohan in the North, or to Belfalas
      in the South. "It is long since the beacons of the North were lit," he
      said; "and in the ancient days of Gondor they were not needed, for they
      had the Seven Stones." Pippin stirred uneasily.
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    <p>
      "Sleep again, and do not be afraid!" said Gandalf. "For you are not going
      like Frodo to Mordor, but to Minas Tirith, and there you will be as safe
      as you can be anywhere in these days. If Gondor falls, or the Ring is
      taken, then the Shire will be no refuge."
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    <p>
      "You do not comfort me," said Pippin, but nonetheless sleep crept over
      him. The last thing that he remembered before he fell into deep dream was
      a glimpse of high white peaks, glimmering like floating isles above the
      clouds as they caught the light of the westering moon. He wondered where
      Frodo was, and if he was already in Mordor, or if he was dead; and he did
      not know that Frodo from far away looked on that same moon as it set
      beyond Gondor ere the coming of the day.
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