Suddenly the great beast beat its hideous wings, and the wind of them was foul. Again it leaped into the air, then swiftly fell down upon Eowyn, shrieking, striking with beak and claw.
Still she did not blanch: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair yet terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. The
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