When Ioreth was gone, Aragorn bade the other women to make water hot. Then he took Faramir’s hand in his, and laid the other hand upon the sick man’s brow. It was drenched with sweat; but Faramir did not move or make any sign, and seemed hardly to breathe. ‘He is nearly spent,’ said Aragorn turning to Gandalf. ‘But this comes not from the wound.
