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shapes； and he heard noises as of wild beasts or the dreadful cries of tortured things； and he would
start up to find the world all dark and only empty blackness all about him。 Once only； as he stood
and stared wildly round； did it seem that； though now awake； he could still see pale lights like eyes；
but soon they flickered and vanished。
The hateful night passed slowly and reluctantly。 Such daylight as followed was dim； for here as
the Mountain drew near the air was ever mirky； while out from the Dark Tower there crept the veils
of Shadow that Sauron wove about himself。 Frodo was lying on his back not moving。 Sam stood
beside him； reluctant to speak； and yet knowing that the word now lay with him： he must set his
master's will to work for another effort。 At length； stooping and caressing Frodo's brow； he spoke in
his ear。
'Wake up； Master！' he said。 'Time for another start。'
As if roused by a sudden bell； Frodo rose quickly； and stood up and looked away southwards；
but when his eyes beheld the Mountain and the desert he quailed again。
'I can't manage it； Sam；' he said。 'It is such a weight to carry； such a weight。'
Sam knew before he spoke； that it was vain； and that such words might do more harm than good；
but in his pity he could not keep silent。 'Then let me carry it a bit for you； Master；' he said。 'You
know I would； and gladly； as long as I have any strength。'
A wild light came into Frodo's eyes。 'Stand away！ Don't touch me！' he cried。 'It is mine； I say。 Be
off！' His hand strayed to his sword…hilt。 But then quickly his voice changed。 'No； no； Sam；' he said
sadly。 'But you must understand。 It is my burden； and no one else can bear it。 It is too late now；
Sam dear。 You can't help me in that way again。 I am almost in its power now。 I could not give it up；
and if you tried to take it I should go mad。'
Sam nodded。 'I understand；' he said。 'But I've been thinking； Mr。 Frodo； there's other things we
might do without。 Why not lighten the load a bit？ We're going that way now； as straight as we can
make it。' He pointed to the Mountain。 'It's no good taking anything we're not sure to need。'
Frodo looked again towards the Mountain。 'No；' he said； 'we shan't need much on that road。 And
at its end nothing。' Picking up his orc…shield he flung it away and threw his helmet after it。 Then
pulling off the grey cloak he undid the heavy belt and let it fall to the ground； and the sheathed
sword with it。 The shreds of the black cloak he tore off and scattered。
'There； I'll be an orc no more；' he cried； 'and I'll bear no weapon fair or foul。 Let them take me； if
they will！'
Sam did likewise； and put aside his orc…gear； and he took out all the things in his pack。
Somehow each of them had bee dear to him； if only because he had borne them so far with so
much toil。 Hardest of all it was to part with his cooking…gear。 Tears welled in his eyes at the
thought of casting it away。
'Do you remember that bit of rabbit； Mr。 Frodo？' he said。 'And our place under the warm bank in
Captain Faramir's country； the day I saw an oliphaunt？'
'No； I am afraid not； Sam；' said Frodo。 'At least； I know that such things happened； but I cannot
see them。 No taste of food； no feel of water； no sound of wind； no memory of tree or grass or
flower； no image of moon or star are left to me。 I am naked in the dark。 Sam； and there is no veil
between me and the wheel of fire。 I begin to see it even with my waking eyes； and all else fades。'
Sam went to him and kissed his hand。 'Then the sooner we're rid of it； the sooner to rest；' he said
haltingly； finding no better words to say。 'Talking won't mend nothing；' he muttered to himself； as
he gathered up all the things that they had chosen to cast away。 He was not willing to leave them
lying open in the wilderness for any eyes to see。 'Stinker picked up that orc…shirt； seemingly； and he
isn't going to add a sword to it。 His hands are bad enough when empty。 And he isn't going to mess
with my pans！' With that he carried all the gear away to one of the many gaping fissures that scored
the land and threw them in。 The clatter of his precious pans as they fell down into the dark was like
a death…knell to his heart。
He came back to Frodo； and then of his elven…rope he cut a short piece to serve his master as a
girdle and bind the grey cloak close about his waist。 The rest he carefully coiled and put back in his
pack。 Beside that he kept only the remnants of their waybread and the water…bottle； and Sting still
hanging by his belt； and hidden away in a pocket of his tunic next his breast the phial of Galadriel
and the little box that she gave him for his own。
Now at last they turned their faces to the Mountain and set out； thinking no more of concealment；
bending their weariness and failing wills only to the one task of going on。 In the dimness of its
dreary day few things even in that land of vigilance could have espied them； save from close at
hand。 Of all the slaves of the Dark Lord； only the Nazg？l could have warned him of the peril that
crept； small but indomitable； into the very heart of his guarded realm。 But the Nazg？l and their
black wings were abroad on another errand： they were gathered far away； shadowing the march of
the Captains of the West； and thither the thought of the Dark Tower was turned。
That day it seemed to Sam that his master had found some new strength； more than could be
explained by the small lightening of the load that he had to carry。 In the first marches they went
further and faster than he had hoped。 The land was rough and hostile； and yet they made much
progress； and ever the Mountain drew nearer。 But as the day wore on and all too soon the dim light
began to fail； Frodo stooped again； and began to stagger； as if the renewed effort had squandered
his remaining strength。
At their last halt he sank down and said： 'I'm thirsty； Sam；' and did not speak again。 Sam gave
him a mouthful of water； only one more mouthful remained。 He went without himself； and now as
once more the night of Mordor closed over them； through all his thoughts there came the memory
of water； and every brook or stream or fount that he had ever seen； under green willow…shades or
twinkling in the sun； danced and rippled for his torment behind the blindness of his eyes。 He felt the
cool mud about his toes as he paddled in the Pool at Bywater with Jolly Cotton and Tom and Nibs；
and their sister Rosie。 'But that was years ago；' he sighed； 'and far away。 The way back； if there is
one； goes past the Mountain。'
He could not sleep and he held a debate with himself。 'Well； e now； we've done better than
you hoped；' he said sturdily。 'Began well anyway。 I reckon we crossed half the distance before we
stopped。 One more day will do it。' And then he paused。
'Don't be a fool； Sam Gamgee；' came an answer in his own voice。 'He won't go another day like
that； if he moves at all。 And you can't go on much longer giving him all the water and most of the
food。'
'I can go on a good way though； and I will。'
'Where to？'
'To the Mountain； of course。'
'But what then； Sam Gamgee； what then？ When you get there； what are you going to do？ He
won't be able to do anything for himself。'
To his dismay Sam realized that he had not got an answer to this。 He had no clear idea at all。
Frodo had not spoken much to him of his errand； and Sam only knew vaguely that the Ring had
somehow to be put into the fire。 'The Cracks of Doom；' he muttered； the old name rising to his mind。
'Well； if Master knows how to find them； I don't。'
'There you are！' came the answer。 'It's all quite useless。 He said so himself。 You are the fool；
going on hoping and toiling。 You could have lain down and gone to sleep together days ago； if you
hadn't been so dogged。 But you'll die just the same； or worse。 You might just as well lie down now
and give it up。 You'll never get to the top anyway。'
'I'll get there； if I leave everything but my bones behind；' said Sam。 'And I'll carry Mr。 Frodo up
myself； if it breaks my back and heart。 So stop arguing！'
At that moment Sam felt a tremor in the ground beneath him； and he heard or sensed a deep
remote rumble as of thunder imprisoned under the earth。 There was a brief red flame that flickered
under the clouds and died away。 The Mountain too slept uneasily。
The last stage of their journey to Orodruin came； and it was a torment greater than Sam had ever
thought that he could bear。 He was in pain； and so parched that he could no longer swallow even a
mouthful of food。 It remained dark； not only because of the smokes of the Mountain： there seemed
to be a storm ing up； and away to the south…east there was a shimmer of lightnings under the
black skies。 Worst of all； the air was full of fumes； breathing was painful and difficult； and a
dizziness came on them； so that they staggered and often fell。 And yet their wills did not yield； and
they struggled on。
The Mountain crept up ever nearer； until； if they lifted their heavy heads； it filled all their sight；
looming vast before them： a huge mass of ash and slag and burned stone； out of which a sheer…
sided cone was raised into the clouds。 Before the daylong dusk ended and true night came again
they had crawled and stumbled to its very feet。
With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground。 Sam sat by him。 To his surprise he felt tired but
lighter； and his head seemed clear again。 No more debates disturbed his mind。 He knew all the
arguments of despair and would not listen to them。 His will was set； and only death would break it。
He felt no longer either desire or need of sleep； but rather of watchfulness。 He knew that all the
hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point： the next day would be a day of doom； the
day of final effort or disaster； the last gasp。
But when would it e？ The night seemed endless and timeless； minute after minute falling
dead and adding up to no passing hour； bringing no change。 Sam began to wonder if a second
darkness had begun and no day would ever reappear。 At last he groped for Frodo's hand。 It was cold
and trembling。 His master was shivering。
'I didn't ought to have left my blanket behind；' muttered Sam； and lying down he tried to fort
Frodo with his arms and body。 Then sleep took him； and the dim light of the last day of their quest
found them side by side。 The wind had fallen the day before as it shifted from the West； and now it
came from the North and began to rise； and slowly the light of the unseen Sun filtered down into
the shadows where the hobbits lay。
'Now for it！ Now for the last gasp！' said Sam as he struggled to his feet。 He bent over Frodo；
rousing him gently。 Frodo groaned； but with a great effort of will he staggered up； and then he fell
upon his knees again。 He raised his eyes with difficulty to the dark slopes of Mount Doom towering
above him； and then pitifully he began to crawl forward on his hands。
Sam looked at him and wept in his heart； but no tears came to his dry and stinging eyes。 'I said
I'd carry him； if it broke my back；' he muttered； 'and I will！'
'e； Mr。 Frodo！' he cried。 'I can't carry it for you； but I can carry you and it as well。 So up you
get！ e on； Mr。 Frodo dear！ Sam will give you a ride。 Just tell him where to go； and he'll go。'
As Frodo clung upon his back； arms loosely about his neck； legs clasped firmly under his arms；
Sam staggered to his feet； and then to his amazement he felt the burden light。 He had feared that he
would have barely strength to lift his master alone； and beyond that he had expected to share in the
dreadful dragging weight of the accursed Ring。 But it was not so。 Whether because Frodo was so
worn by his long pains； wound of knife； and venomous sting； and sorrow； fear； and homeless
wandering； or because some gift of final strength was given to him； Sam lifted Frodo with no more
difficulty than if he were carrying a hobbit…child pig…a…back in some romp on the lawns or hayfields
of the Shire。 He took a deep breath and started off。
They had reached the Mountain's foot on its northern side； and a little to the westward； there its
long grey slopes； though broken； were not sheer。 Frodo did not speak； and so Sam struggled on as
best he could； having no guidance but the will to climb as high as might be before his strength gave
out and his will broke。 On he toiled； up and up； turning this way and that to lessen the slope； often
stumbling forward； and at the last crawling like a snail with a heavy burden on its back。 When his
will could drive him no further； and his limbs gave way； he stopped and laid his master gently
down。
Frodo opened his eyes and drew a breath。 It was easier to breathe up here above the reeks that
coiled and drifted down below。 'Thank you； Sam；' he said in a cracked whisper。 'How far is there to
go？'
'I don't know；' said Sam； 'because I don't know where we're going。'
He looked back； and then he looked up； and he was amazed to see how far his last effort had
brought him。 The Mountain standing o