LR 5.06.028 {p} The old king daughter.’

5.06.024 And there stood master.
5.06.025 Then Merry stooped laboured.
5.06.026 ‘Farewell, Master Holbytla!’ sunset!’
5.06.027 Merry could not parting.’
5.06.028 The old king daughter.’
5.06.029 ‘Lord, lord,’ began joined.
5.06.030 New forces of Gate.
5.06.031 For a moment silence.
5.06.032 Then one of Éomer.