Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
’Herestrainedthethoughtsofhisswordandtheropethatsprangtohismind,andwentandsatdownbyhismaster.
Whenhewokeuptheskyabovewasdim,notlighterbutdarkerthanwhentheyhadbreakfasted.Samleapttohisfeet.Notleastfromhisownfeelingofvigourandhunger,hesuddenlyunderstoodthathehadsleptthedaylightaway,ninehoursatleast.Frodowasstillfastasleep,lyingnowstretchedonhisside.Gollumwasnottobeseen.VariousreproachfulnamesforhimselfcametoSam’smind,drawnfromtheGaffer’slargepaternalword-hoard;thenitalsooccurredtohimthathismasterhadbeenright:therehadforthepresentbeennothingtoguardagainst.Theywereatanyratebothaliveandunthrottled.
’Poorwretch!’hesaidhalfremorsefully.’NowIwonderwherehe’sgotto?’
’Notfar,notfar!’saidavoiceabovehim.HelookedupandsawtheshapeofGollum’slargeheadandearsagainsttheeveningsky.
’Here,whatareyoudoing?’criedSam,hissuspicionscomingbackassoonashesawthatshape.
`Sméagolishungry,’saidGollum.`Bebacksoon.’
’Comebacknow!’shoutedSam.’Hi!Comeback!’ButGollumhadvanished.
FrodowokeatthesoundofSam’sshoutandsatup,rubbinghiseyes.’Hullo!’hesaid.’Anythingwrong?What’sthetime?’
’Idunno,’saidSam.’Aftersundown,Ireckon.Andhe’sgoneoff.Sayshe’shungry.’
`Don’tworry!’saidFrodo.`There’snohelpforit.Buthe’llcomeback,you’llsee.Thepromisewillholdyetawhile.
