Part 2236 of 3850 from book23
Then Denethor spokebook30 in a low voice. But in a quiet voice Denethor bade them lay warm coverlets on Faramirs bed and take it up. No tomb No long slow sleep of deathbook31 embalmed. Better to burn sooner than late for burn we must. The Lord has given me leave. Farewell Peregrin son of Paladin Your service has been short and now it is drawing to an end. Now Denethor stood up and released the fevered hand of Faramir that he had held. It swung. Pippin let them enter for they were urgent. And as for orders I think you have a madman to deal with not a lord.... more