Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
’I’mcomingdowntoyou,’shoutedSam,thoughhowhehopedtohelpinthatwayhecouldnothavesaid.
`No,no!wait!’Frodocalledback,morestronglynow.`Ishallbebettersoon.Ifeelbetteralready.Wait!Youcan’tdoanythingwithoutarope.’
`Rope!’criedSam,talkingwildlytohimselfinhisexcitementandrelief.`Well,ifIdon’tdeservetobehungontheendofoneasawarningtonumbskulls!You’renowtbutaninnyhammer,SamGamgee:that’swhattheGaffersaidtomeoftenenough,itbeingawordofhis.Rope!’
`Stopchattering!’criedFrodo,nowrecoveredenoughtofeelbothamusedandannoyed.’NevermindyourGaffer!Areyoutryingtotellyourselfyou’vegotsomeropeinyourpocket?Ifso,outwithit!
`Yes,Mr.Frodo,inmypackandall.CarriedithundredsofmilesandI’dcleanforgottenit!’
`Thengetbusyandletanenddown!’
QuicklySamunslunghispackandrummagedinit.Thereindeedatthebottomwasacoilofthesilken-greyropemadebythefolkofLórien.Hecastanendtohismaster.ThedarknessseemedtoliftfromFrodo’seyes,orelsehissightwasreturning.Hecouldseethegreylineasitcamedanglingdown,andhethoughtithadafaintsilversheen.Nowthathehadsomepointinthedarknesstofixhiseyeson,hefeltlessgiddy.Leaninghisweightforward,hemadetheendfastroundhiswaist,andthenhegraspedthelinewithbothhands.
Samsteppedbackandbracedhisfeetagainstastumpayardortwofromtheedge.Halfhauled,halfscrambling.Frodocameupandthrewhimselfontheground.
