Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
andsobarredtheirroadinthatdirection,atanyratewhiledarknesslasted.
’Wehadbettertryawaybacksouthwardsalongthelineofthecliff,Ithink,’saidSam.`Wemightfindsomenookthere,orevenacaveorsomething.’
’Isupposeso,’saidFrodo.’I’mtired.andIdon’tthinkIcanscrambleamongstonesmuchlongertonight-thoughIgrudgethedelay.Iwishtherewasaclearpathinfrontofus:thenI’dgoontillmylegsgaveway.’
TheydidnotfindthegoinganyeasieratthebrokenfeetoftheEmynMuil.NordidSamfindanynookorhollowtoshelterin:onlybarestonyslopesfrownedoverbythecliff,whichnowroseagain,higherandmoresheerastheywentback.Intheend,wornout,theyjustcastthemselvesonthegroundundertheleeofaboulderlyingnotfarfromthefootoftheprecipice.Thereforsometimetheysathuddledmournfullytogetherinthecoldstonynight,whilesleepcreptupontheminspiteofalltheycoulddotoholditoff.Themoonnowrodehighandclear.Itsthinwhitelightlitupthefacesoftherocksanddrenchedthecoldfrowningwallsofthecliff,turningallthewideloomingdarknessintoachillpalegreyscoredwithblackshadows.
’Well!’saidFrodo,standingupanddrawinghiscloakmorecloselyroundhim.`YousleepforabitSamandtakemyblanket.I’llwalkupanddownonsentryforawhile.’Suddenlyhestiffened,andstoopinghegrippedSambythearm.`What’sthat?’hewhispered.`Lookoverthereonthecliff!’
Samlookedandbreathedinsharplythroughhisteeth.
