Seeing Stone

It seemed to wink at him – a great sparkling star.

Oh, he had read of such things, of course, but never dreamed one lay, right here, waiting. He knew it for the ancient thing it was, a remnant of the drownéd world brought from over the sea, a relic of the family his swore to serve. He had studied its pitfalls and its powers.

But to know one! to use one ... this he had never imagined. With it he would never again be subject to doubt.

He reached forth his hand.

“Not yet, Denethor.”



“Allright, Father,” he nodded; “Not yet.”




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