LR 3.06.126 {p} ‘Nay, Éomer, you steps.’

3.06.122 ‘Mercy, lord!’ whined away!’
3.06.123 ‘You have my faith.’
3.06.124 Wormtongue looked from hopeful.’
3.06.125 Éomer laughed. ‘And it?’
3.06.126 ‘Nay, Éomer, you steps.’
3.06.127 Éomer grasped his hand.
3.06.128 ‘Éowyn is safe service.’
3.06.129 ‘You lie,’ said Wormtongue.
3.06.130 ‘That word comes him.’