Beberryn began to speak in a low,weak voice, and Imrahil called for a cup of watered wine for him to drink to ease the discomfort of a throat long dry. Darius held the cup up for Bebberyn and the man took a few sips of the cool liquid.
'Begging your Lordhip's pardon.' Imrahil turned to see one of the city guard standing just behind him. The man motioned him to withdraw a space from Bebberyn's bedside. 'What is it, man. Speak up! I must hear what Bebberyn has to say while he has the strength to tell me.'
The guard told him of Durman,the Ranger, who stood just outside the door. 'He wishes to speak with you, my lord, but since we do not know him, we thought to alert you to his presence.'
Imrahil went to the door and bade the guard open it. He looked at the man closely, his eyes narrowing as he saw the ring. 'Who are you, Ranger? That you come at this dark hour, wishing to see me?'
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‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’
– Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'
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