Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
Hefoundhewasshakingallover,buthegatheredhisbreath,andonceagainheshouted:’Master!’Thewindseemedtoblowhisvoicebackintohisthroat,butasitpassed,roaringupthegullyandawayoverthehills,afaintansweringcrycametohisears:
’Allright,allright!I’mhere.ButIcan’tsee.’
Frodowascallingwithaweakvoice.,Hewasnotactuallyveryfaraway.Hehadslidandnotfallen,andhadcomeupwithajolttohisfeetonawiderledgenotmanyyardslowerdown.Fortunatelytherock-faceatthispointleanedwellbackandthewindhadpressedhimagainstthecliff,sothathehadnottoppledover.Hesteadiedhimselfalittle,layinghisfaceagainstthecoldstone,feelinghisheartpounding.Buteitherthedarknesshadgrowncomplete,orelsehiseyeshadlosttheirsight.Allwasblackabouthim.Hewonderedifhehadbeenstruckblind.Hetookadeepbreath.
`Comeback!Comeback!’heheardSam’svoiceoutoftheblacknessabove.
`Ican’t,’hesaid.`Ican’tsee.Ican’tfindanyhold.Ican’tmoveyet.’
`WhatcanIdo,Mr.Frodo?WhatcanIdo?’shoutedSam,leaningoutdangerouslyfar.Whycouldnothismastersee?Itwasdim,certainly,butnotasdarkasallthat.HecouldseeFrodobelowhim,agreyforlornfiguresplayedagainstthecliff.Buthewasfaroutofthereachofanyhelpinghand.
Therewasanothercrackofthunder;andthentheraincame.Inablindingsheet,mingledwithhail,itdroveagainstthecliff,bittercold.
