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It is only an instant of herself, but it gives him some hope. Once again he takes her hand--the same hand that dealt the Witch-king his fatal blow, and the full tale of that is one he both wishes and fears to know, and will not yet ask to hear. "We will know such times again," he says firmly, and there is no doubt in his voice. "And if it is not as it was, yet it shall still be good. For all the changes we have both undergone, you remain the sister I love, and I remain your brother--uncouth and hardheaded and no doubt deserving of a bucket of slops over my hair."