Small feet patter on the stone floor, and little Faramir runs into the chamber, short of breath after an apparently long run.

'Mother!' he half-gasps. 'There is such a pretty flower in the garden! Come quickly, I'll show you… I don't know its name, so you'll have to tell me!'

'So bring the flower here and show us,' Denethor suggests.

The child looks horrified.

'But then the flower won't be there anymore!'

'But it would be here.'

Faramir ponders, then shakes his head and says firmly, 'This is not the same,' before finally succeeding in pulling his laughing mother out.