She tells herself not to worry. He is only slightly late; it is Midsummer; surely he has simply been distracted. But her rationalizations are all in vain; terror is growing in her heart.
In the end, she ventures out in search of him. Her task is not difficult, even in the crowded streets; she needs only to follow the voice of the soldier.
"The King has forbidden any to set foot upon the Meneltarma. Men of Anadûnê, behold the penalty for those who disobey our great and glorious monarch!"
The lifeless body sways slightly as the wind blows toward Aman.
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