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slowly into a deep and starless night； and Sam spoke into Frodo's ear all that he could find words
for of Gollum's treacherous attack； the horror of Shelob； and his own adventures with the orcs。
When he had finished； Frodo said nothing but took Sam's hand and pressed it。 At length he stirred。
'Well； I suppose we must be going on again；' he said。 'I wonder how long it will be before we
really are caught and all the toiling and the slinking will be over； and in vain。' He stood up。 'It's dark；
and we cannot use the Lady's glass。 Keep it safe for me； Sam。 I have nowhere to keep it now；
except in my hand； and I shall need both hands in the blind night。 But Sting I give to you。 I have
got an orc…blade； but I do not think it will be my part to strike any blow again。'
It was difficult and dangerous moving in the night in the pathless land； but slowly and with
much stumbling the two hobbits toiled on hour by hour northward along the eastern edge of the
stony valley。 When a grey light crept back over the western heights； long after day had opened in
the lands beyond； they went into hiding again and slept a little； turn by turn。 In his times of waking
Sam was busy with thoughts of food。 At last when Frodo roused himself and spoke of eating and
making ready for yet another effort； he asked the question that was troubling him most。
'Begging your pardon； Mr。 Frodo；' he said； 'but have you any notion how far there is still to go？'
'No； not any clear notion； Sam；' Frodo answered。 'In Rivendell before I set out I was shown a
map of Mordor that was made before the Enemy came back here； but I only remember it vaguely。 I
remember clearest that there was a place in the north where the western range and the northern
range send out spurs that nearly meet。 That must be twenty leagues at least from the bridge back by
the Tower。 It might be a good point at which to cross。 But of course； if we get there； we shall be
further than we were from the Mountain； sixty miles from it； I should think。 I guess that we have
gone about twelve leagues north from the bridge now。 Even if all goes well； I could hardly reach
the Mountain in a week。 I am afraid； Sam； that the burden will get very heavy； and I shall go still
slower as we get nearer。'
Sam sighed。 'That's just as I feared；' he said。 'Well； to say nothing of water； we've got to eat less；
Mr。 Frodo； or else move a bit quicker； at any rate while we're still in this valley。 One more bite and
all the food's ended； save the Elves' waybread。'
'I'll try and be a bit quicker； Sam；' said Frodo； drawing a deep breath。 'e on then！ Let's start
another march！'
It was not yet quite dark again。 They plodded along； on into the night。 The hours passed in a
weary stumbling trudge with a few brief halts。 At the first hint of grey light under the skirts of the
canopy of shadow they hid themselves again in a dark hollow under an overhanging stone。
Slowly the light grew； until it was clearer than it yet had been。 A strong wind from the West was
now driving the fumes of Mordor from the upper airs。 Before long the hobbits could make out the
shape of the land for some miles about them。 The trough between the mountains and the Morgai
had steadily dwindled as it climbed upwards； and the inner ridge was now no more than a shelf in
the steep faces of the Ephel Dúath； but to the east it fell as sheerly as ever down into Gorgoroth。
Ahead the water…course came to an end in broken steps of rock； for out from the main range there
sprang a high barren spur； thrusting eastward like a wall。 To meet it there stretched out from the
grey and misty northern range of Ered Lithui a long jutting arm； and between the ends there was a
narrow gap： Carach Angren； the Isenmouthe； beyond which lay the deep dale of Ud？n。 In that dale
behind the Morannon were the tunnels and deep armouries that the servants of Mordor had made
for the defence of the Black Gate of their land； and there now their Lord was gathering in haste
great forces to meet the onslaught of the Captains of the West。 Upon the out…thrust spurs forts and
towers were built； and watch…fires burned； and all across the gap an earth…wall had been raised； and
a deep trench delved that could be crossed only by a single bridge。
A few miles north； high up in the angle where the western spur branched away from the main
range； stood the old castle of Durthang； now one of the many orc…holds that clustered about the dale
of Ud？n。 A road； already visible in the growing light； came winding down from it； until only a mile
or two from where the hobbits lay it turned east and ran along a shelf cut in the side of the spur； and
so went down into the plain； and on to the Isenmouthe。
To the hobbits as they looked out it seemed that all their journey north had been useless。 The
plain to their right was dim and smoky； and they could see there neither camps nor troops moving；
but all that region was under the vigilance of the forts of Carach Angren。
'We have e to a dead end； Sam；' said Frodo。 'If we go on； we shall only e up to that orc…
tower； but the only road to take is that road that es down from it – unless we go back。 We can't
climb up westward； or climb down eastward。'
'Then we must take the road； Mr。 Frodo；' said Sam。 'We must take it and chance our luck； if
there is any luck in Mordor。 We might as well give ourselves up as wander about any more； or try
to go back。 Our food won't last。 We've got to make a dash for it！'
'All right； Sam；' said Frodo。 'Lead me！ As long as you've got any hope left。 Mine is gone。 But I
can't dash； Sam。 I'll just plod along after you。'
'Before you start any more plodding； you need sleep and food； Mr。 Frodo。 e and take what
you can get of them！'
He gave Frodo water and an additional wafer of the waybread； and he made a pillow of his cloak
for his master's head。 Frodo was too weary to debate the matter； and Sam did not tell him that he
had drunk the last drop of their water； and eaten Sam's share of the food as well as his own。 When
Frodo was asleep Sam bent over him and listened to his breathing and scanned his face。 It was lined
and thin； and yet in sleep it looked content and unafraid。 'Well； here goes； Master！' Sam muttered to
himself。 'I'll have to leave you for a bit and trust to luck。 Water we must have； or we'll get no
further。'
Sam crept out； and flitting from stone to stone with more than hobbit…care； he went down to the
water…course； and then followed it for some way as it climbed north； until he came to the rock…steps
where long ago； no doubt； its spring had e gushing down in a little waterfall。 All now seemed
dry and silent； but refusing to despair Sam stooped and listened； and to his delight he caught the
sound of trickling。 Clambering a few steps up he found a tiny stream of dark water that came out
from the hill…side and filled a little bare pool； from which again it spilled； and vanished then under
the barren stones。
Sam tasted the water； and it seemed good enough。 Then he drank deeply； refilled the bottle； and
turned to go back。 At that moment he caught a glimpse of a black form or shadow flitting among
the rocks away near Frodo's hiding…place。 Biting back a cry； he leapt down from the spring and ran；
jumping from stone to stone。 It was a wary creature； difficult to see； but Sam had little doubt about
it： he longed to get his hands on its neck。 But it heard him ing and slipped quickly away。 Sam
thought he saw a last fleeting glimpse of it； peering back over the edge of the eastward precipice；
before it ducked and disappeared。
'Well； luck did not let me down；' muttered Sam； 'but that was a near thing！ Isn't it enough to
have orcs by the thousand without that stinking villain ing nosing round？ I wish he had been
shot！' He sat down by Frodo and did not rouse him； but he did not dare to go to sleep himself。 At
last when he felt his eyes closing and knew that his struggle to keep awake could not go on much
longer； he wakened Frodo gently。
'That Gollum's about again； I'm afraid； Mr。 Frodo；' he said。 'Leastways； if it wasn't him； then
there's two of him。 I went away to find some water and spied him nosing round just as I turned back。
I reckon it isn't safe for us both to sleep together； and begging your pardon； but I can't hold up my
lids much longer。'
'Bless you； Sam！' said Frodo。 'Lie down and take your proper turn！ But I'd rather have Gollum
than orcs。 At any rate he won't give us away to them – not unless he's caught himself。'
'But he might do a bit of robbery and murder on his own；' growled Sam。 'Keep your eyes open；
Mr。 Frodo！ There's a bottle full of water。 Drink up。 We can fill it again when we go on。' With that
Sam plunged into sleep。
Light was fading when he woke。 Frodo sat propped against the rock behind； but he had fallen
asleep。 The water…bottle was empty。 There was no sign of Gollum。
Mordor…dark had returned； and the watch…fires on the heights burned fierce and red； when the
hobbits set out again on the most dangerous stage of all their journey。 They went first to the little
spring； and then climbing warily up they came to the road at the point where it swung east towards
the Isenmouthe twenty miles away。 It was not a broad road； and it had no wall or parapet along the
edge and as it ran on the sheer drop from its brink became deeper and deeper。 The hobbits could
hear no movements； and after listening for a while they set off eastward at a steady pace。
After doing some twelve miles； they halted。 A short way back the road had bent a little
northward and the stretch that they had passed over was now screened from sight。 This proved
disastrous。 They rested for some minutes and then went on； but they had not taken many steps
when suddenly in the stillness of the night they heard the sound that all along they had secretly
dreaded： the noise of marching feet。 It was still some way behind them； but looking back they could
see the twinkle of torches ing round the bend less than a mile away； and they were moving fast：
too fast for Frodo to escape by flight along the road ahead。
'I feared it； Sam；' said Frodo。 'We've trusted to luck； and it has failed us。 We're trapped。' He
looked wildly up at the frowning wall； where the road…builders of old had cut the rock sheer for
many fathoms above their heads。 He ran to the other side and looked over the brink into a dark pit
of gloom。 'We're trapped at last！' he said He sank to the ground beneath the wall of rock and bowed
his head。
'Seems so；' said Sam。 'Well； we can but wait and see。' And with that he sat down beside Frodo
under the shadow of the cliff。
They did not have to wait long。 The orcs were going at a great pace。 Those in the foremost files
bore torches。 On they came； red flames in the dark； swiftly growing。 Now Sam too bowed his head；
hoping that it would hide his face when the torches reached them； and he set their shields before
their knees to hide their feet。
'If only they are in a hurry and will let a couple of tired soldiers alone and pass on！' he thought。
And so it seemed that they would。 The leading orcs came loping along； panting； holding their
heads down。 They were a gang of the smaller breeds being driven unwilling to their Dark Lord's
wars； all they cared for was to get the march over and escape the whip。 Beside them； running up
and down the line； went two of the large fierce _uruks_； cracking lashes and shouting。 File after file
passed； and the tell…tale torchlight was already some way ahead。 Sam held his breath。 Now more
than half the line had gone by。 Then suddenly one of the slave…drivers spied the two figures by the
road…side。 He flicked a whip at them and yelled： 'Hi； you！ Get up！' They did not answer； and with a
shout he halted the whole pany。
'e on； you slugs！' he cried。 'This is no time for slouching。' He took a step towards them； and
even in the gloom he recognized the devices on their shields。 'Deserting； eh？' he snarled。 'Or
thinking of it？ All your folk should have been inside Ud？n before yesterday evening。 You know
that。 Up you get and fall in； or I'll have your numbers and report you。'
They struggled to their feet； and keeping bent； limping like footsore soldiers； they shuffled back
towards the rear of the line。 'No； not at the rear！' the slave…driver shouted。 'Three files up。 And stay
there； or you'll know it； when I e down the line！' He sent his long whip…lash cracking over their
heads； then with another crack and a yell he started the pany off again at a brisk trot。
It was hard enough for poor Sam； tired as he was； but for Frodo it was a torment； and soon a
nightmare。 He set his teeth and tried to stop his mind from thinking； and he struggled on。 The
stench of the sweating orcs about him was stifling； and he began to gasp with thirst。 On； on they
went； and he bent all his will to draw his breath and to make his legs keep going； and yet to what
evil end he toiled and endured he did not dare to think。 There was no hope of falling out unseen：
Now and again the orc…driver fell back and jeered at them。