Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
Candlesofcorpses,yes,yes.Don’tyouheedthem!Don’tlook!Don’tfollowthem!Where’sthemaster?’
SamlookedbackandfoundthatFrodohadlaggedagain.Hecouldnotseehim.Hewentsomepacesbackintothedarkness,notdaringtomovefar,ortocallinmorethanahoarsewhisper.SuddenlyhestumbledagainstFrodo,whowasstandinglostinthought,lookingatthepalelights.Hishandshungstiffathissides;waterandslimeweredrippingfromthem.
`Come,Mr.Frodo!’saidSam.’Don’tlookatthem!Gollumsayswemustn’t.Let’skeepupwithhimandgetoutofthiscursedplaceasquickaswecan-ifwecan!’
`Allright,’saidFrodo,asifreturningoutofadream.’I’mcoming.Goon!’
Hurryingforwardagain,Samtripped,catchinghisfootinsomeoldrootortussock.Hefellandcameheavilyonhishands,whichsankdeepintostickyooze,sothathisfacewasbroughtclosetothesurfaceofthedarkmere.Therewasafainthiss,anoisomesmellwentup,thelightsflickeredanddancedandswirled.Foramomentthewaterbelowhimlookedlikesomewindow,glazedwithgrimyglass,throughwhichhewaspeering.Wrenchinghishandsoutofthebog,hesprangbackwithacry.’Therearedeadthings,deadfacesinthewater,’hesaidwithhorror.’Deadfaces!’
Gollumlaughed.’TheDeadMarshes,yes,yes:thatistheirnames,’hecackled.`Youshouldnotlookinwhenthecandlesarelit.’
`Whoarethey?Whatarethey?’askedSamshuddering,turningtoFrodo,whowasnowbehindhim.
