Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Land of Shadow
TheywereagangofthesmallerbreedsbeingdrivenunwillingtotheirDarkLord’swars;alltheycaredforwastogetthemarchoverandescapethewhip.Besidethem,runningupanddowntheline,wenttwoofthelargefierceuruks,crackinglashesandshouting.Fileafterfilepassed,andthetell-taletorchlightwasalreadysomewayahead.Samheldhisbreath.Nowmorethanhalfthelinehadgoneby.Thensuddenlyoneoftheslave-driversspiedthetwofiguresbytheroad-side.Heflickedawhipatthemandyelled:"Hi,you!Getup!"Theydidnotanswer,andwithashouthehaltedthewholecompany.
"Comeon,youslugs!"hecried."Thisisnotimeforslouching."Hetookasteptowardsthem,andeveninthegloomherecognizedthedevicesontheirshields."Deserting,eh?"hesnarled."Orthinkingofit?AllyourfolkshouldhavebeeninsideUdunbeforeyesterdayevening.Youknowthat.Upyougetandfallin,orI’llhaveyournumbersandreportyou."
Theystruggledtotheirfeet,andkeepingbent,limpinglikefootsoresoldiers,theyshuffledbacktowardstherearoftheline."No,notattherear!"theslave-drivershouted."Threefilesup.Andstaythere,oryou’llknowit,whenIcomedowntheline!"Hesenthislongwhip-lashcrackingovertheirheads;thenwithanothercrackandayellhestartedthecompanyoffagainatabrisktrot.
ItwashardenoughforpoorSam,tiredashewas;butforFrodoitwasatorment,andsoonanightmare.
