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Well have to make do. But we must hurry. Ive met nothing alive, and Ive seen nothing, but Im not easy. I think this place is being watched. I cant explain it, but well: it feels to me as if one of those foul flying Riders was about, up in the blackness where he cant be seen. He opened the bundle. Frodo looked in disgust at the contents, but there was nothing for it: he had to put the things on, or go naked. There were long hairy breeches of some unclean beast-fell, and a tunic of dirty leather. He drew them on. Over the tunic went a coat of stout ring-mail, short for a full-sized orc, too long for Frodo and heavy. About it he clasped a belt, at which there hung a short sheath holding a broad-bladed stabbing-sword. Sam had brought several orc-helmets. One of them fitted Frodo well enough, a black cap with iron rim, and iron hoops covered with leather upon which the Evil Eye was painted in red above the beaklike nose-guard. The Morgul-stuff, Gorbags gear, was a better fit and better made, said Sam; but it wouldnt do, I guess, to go carrying check this out tokens into Mordor, not after this business here. Well, there you are, Mr. Frodo. A perfect little orc, if I may make so bold at least you would be, if we could cover your face with a mask, give you longer arms, and make you bow-legged. This will hide some of the tell-tales. He put a large black cloak round Frodos shoulders. Now youre ready. You see more Steamboat inn carsethorn up a shield as we go. What about you, Sam. said Frodo. Arent we going to match. Well, Mr. Frodo, Ive been thinking, said Sam. Id best not leave any of my stuff behind, and we cant destroy it. And I cant wear orc-mail over all my clothes, can I. Ill just have to cover up. He knelt down and carefully folded his elven-cloak. It went into a surprisingly small roll. This he put into his pack that lay on the floor. Standing up, he slung it behind his back, put an orc-helm on his head, and cast another black cloak about his shoulders. There. he said. Now we match, near enough. And now we must be off. I cant go all the way at a run, Sam, said Frodo with a wry smile. I hope youve made inquiries about inns along the road. Or have you forgotten about food and drink. Save me, but so I had. said Sam. He whistled in dismay. Bless me, Mr. Frodo, but youve gone and made me that hungry and 914 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS thirsty. I dont know when drop or morsel this web page passed my lips. Id forgotten it, trying to find you. But let me think. Last time I looked Id got about enough of that waybread, and of what Captain Faramir gave us, to keep me on my legs for a couple of weeks at a pinch. But if theres a drop left in my bottle, theres no more. Thats not going to be enough for two, nohow. Dont orcs eat, and dont they drink. Or do they just live on foul air and poison. No, they eat and drink, Sam. The Shadow that bred them can only mock, it cannot make: not real new things of its own. I dont think it gave life to the orcs, it only ruined them and twisted them; and if they are to live at all, they have to live like other living creatures. Foul waters and foul meats theyll take, if they can get no better, but not poison. Theyve fed me, and so Im better off than you. There must be food and water somewhere in this place. But theres no time to look for them, said Sam. Well, things are a bit better than you think, said Frodo. I have had a bit of luck while you were away. Indeed they did not take everything. Ive found my food-bag among some rags on the floor. Theyve rummaged it, of course. But I guess they disliked the very look and smell of the lembas, worse than Gollum did. Its scattered about and some of it is trampled and broken, but Ive gathered it together. Link not far short of what youve got. But theyve taken Faramirs food, and theyve slashed up my water-bottle. Well, theres no more Steamboat inn carsethorn be said, said Sam. Weve got enough to start on. But the waters going to be a bad business. But come, Mr. Frodo. Off we go, or a whole lake of it wont do us any good. Not till youve had a mouthful, Sam, said Frodo. I wont budge. Here, take this elven-cake, and drink that last drop in your bottle. The whole thing is quite hopeless, so its no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably wont come. At last they started. Down the ladder they climbed, and then Sam took it and laid it in the passage beside the huddled body of the fallen orc. The stair was dark, but on the roof-top the glare of the Mountain could still be seen, though it was dying down now continue reading a sullen red. They picked up two shields to complete their disguise and then went on. Down the great stairway they plodded. The high chamber of the turret behind, where they had met again, seemed Steamboat inn carsethorn homely: they were out in the open again now, and terror ran along the walls. All might be dead in the Tower of Cirith Ungol, but it was steeped in fear and evil still. At length they came to the door upon the outer court, and they halted. Even from where they stood they felt the malice of the T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 915 Watchers beating on them, black silent shapes on either side of the gate through which the glare of Mordor dimly showed. As they threaded their way among the hideous bodies of the orcs each step became more difficult. Before they even reached the archway they were brought to a stand. To move an inch further was a pain and weariness to will and limb. Frodo had no strength for such a battle. He sank to the ground. I cant go on, Sam, he murmured. Im going to faint. I dont know whats come over me. I do, Mr. Frodo. Hold up now. Its the gate. Theres some devilry there. But I got through, and Im going to get out. It cant be more dangerous than before. Now for it. Sam drew out the elven-glass of Galadriel again. As if to do honour to his hardihood, and to grace with splendour his faithful brown hobbit-hand that had done such deeds, the phial blazed forth suddenly, so that all the shadowy court was lit with a dazzling radiance like lightning; but it remained steady and did not pass. Gilthoniel, A Elbereth. Sam cried. For, why he did not know, his thought sprang back suddenly to the Elves in the Shire, and the song that drove away the Black Rider in the trees. Aiya elenion ancalima. cried Frodo once again behind him. The will of the Watchers was broken with a suddenness like the snapping of a cord, and Frodo and Sam stumbled forward. Then they ran. Through the gate and past the great seated figures with their glittering eyes. There was a crack. The keystone of the arch crashed almost on their heels, and the wall above crumbled, and fell in ruin. Only by a hair did they escape. A bell clanged; and from the Watchers there went up a high and dreadful wail. Far up above in the darkness it was answered. Out of the black sky there came dropping like a bolt a winged shape, rending the clouds with a ghastly shriek. Chapter 2 THE LAND O F SHADOW Sam had just wits enough left to thrust the phial back into his breast. Run, Mr. Frodo. he cried. No, not that way. Theres a sheer drop over the wall. Follow me. Down the road from the gate they fled. In fifty paces, with a swift bend round a jutting bastion of the cliff, it took them out of sight from the Tower. They had escaped for the moment. Cowering back against the rock they drew breath, and then they clutched at their hearts. Perching now on the wall beside the ruined gate Steamboat inn carsethorn Nazguˆl sent out its deadly cries. All the cliffs echoed. In terror they stumbled on. Soon the road bent sharply eastward again and exposed them for a dreadful moment to view from the Tower. As they flitted across they glanced back and saw the great black shape upon the battlement; then they plunged down between high rock-walls in a cutting that fell steeply to join the Morgul-road. Topic baldurs gate blood of lathander variant came to the way-meeting. There was still no sign of orcs, nor of an answer to the cry of the Nazguˆl; but they knew that the silence would not last long. At any moment now the hunt would begin. This wont do, Sam, said Frodo. If we were real orcs, we ought to be dashing back to the Tower, not running away. The first enemy we meet will know us. We must get off this road somehow. But we cant, said Sam, not without wings. The eastern faces of the Ephel Du´ ath were sheer, falling in cliff and precipice to the black trough that lay between them and the inner ridge. A short way beyond the way-meeting, after anothersteep incline, a flying bridge of stone leapt over the chasm and bore the road across into the tumbled slopes and glens of the Morgai. With a desperate spurt Frodo and Sam dashed along the bridge; pubg ocean of games android they had hardly reached its further end when they heard the hue and cry begin. Away behind them, nowhigh above on the mountain-side,loomed theTower of Cirith Ungol, its stones glowing dully. Suddenly its harsh bell clanged again, and then broke into a shattering peal. Horns sounded. And now from beyond the bridge-end came answering cries. Down in the dark trough, cut off from the dying glare of Orodruin, Frodo and Sam could notsee ahead, but already they heard the tramp of ironshod feet, and upon the road there rang the swift clatter of hoofs. Quick, Sam. Over we go. cried Frodo. They scrambled on to the low parapet of the bridge. Fortunately there was no longer any dread- T HE LAND O F SHAD OW 917 ful drop into the gulf, for the slopes of the Morgai had already risen almost to the level of the road; but it was too dark for them to guess the depth of the fall. Well, here goes, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. Good-bye. He let go. Frodo followed. And even as they fell they heard the rush of horsemen sweeping over the bridge and the rattle of orc-feet running up behind. But Sam would have laughed, if he had dared. Half fearing a breaking plunge down on to unseen rocks the hobbits landed, in a drop of no more than a dozen feet, with a thud and a crunch into the last thing that they had expected: a tangle of thorny bushes. There Sam lay still, softly sucking a scratched hand. When the sound of hoof and foot had passed he ventured a whisper. Bless me, Mr. Frodo, but I didnt know as anything grew in Mordor. But if I had aknown, this is just what Id have looked for. These thorns must be a foot long by the feel of them; theyve stuck through everything Ive got on. Wish Id aput that mailshirt on. Orc-mail doesnt keep these thorns out, said Frodo. Not even a leather jerkin is any good. They had a struggle to get out of the thicket. The thorns and briars were as tough as wire and as clinging as claws. Their cloaks were rent and tattered before they broke free at last. Now down we go, Sam, Frodo whispered. Down into the valley quick, and then turn northward, as soon as ever we can. Day was coming again in the world outside, and far beyond the glooms of Mordor the Sun was climbing over the eastern rim of Middle-earth; but here all was still dark as night. The Mountain smouldered and its fires went out. The glare faded from the cliffs. The easterly wind that had been blowing ever since they left Ithilien now seemed dead. Slowly and painfully they clambered down, groping, stumbling, scrambling among rock and briar and dead wood in the blind shadows, down and down until they could go no further. At length they stopped, and sat side by side, their backs against a boulder. Both were sweating. If Shagrat himself was to offer me a glass of water, Id shake his hand, said Sam. Dont say such things. said Frodo. It only makes it worse. Then he stretched himself out, dizzy and weary, and he read more no more for a while. At last with a struggle he got up again. To his amazement he found that Sam was asleep. Wake up, Sam. he said. Come on. Its time we made another effort. Sam scrambled to his feet. Well I never. he said. I must have dropped off. Its a long time, Mr. Frodo, since I had a proper sleep, and my eyes just closed down on their own. 918 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Frodo now led the way, northward as near as he could guess, among the stones and boulders lying thick at the bottom of the great ravine. But presently he stopped again. Its no good, Sam, he said. I cant manage it. This mail-shirt, I mean. Not in my present state. Even my mithril-coat seemed heavy when I was tired. This is far heavier. And whats the use of it. We shant win through by fighting. But we may have some to do, said Sam. And theres knives and stray arrows. That Gollum isnt dead, for one thing. I dont like to think of you with naught but a bit of leather between you and a stab in the dark. Look here, Sam dear lad, said Frodo: I am tired, weary, I havent a hope left. But I have to go on trying to get to the Mountain, as long as I can move. The Ring is enough. This extra weight is killing me. It must go. But dont think Im ungrateful. I hate to think of the foul work you must have had among the bodies to find it for me. Dont talk about it, Mr.
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