Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
Helookedupatthesmoke-streakedskyandsawstrangephantoms,darkridingshapes,andfacesoutofthepast.Helostcountoftime,hoveringbetweensleepandwaking,untilforgetfulnesscameoverhim.
SuddenlySamwokeupthinkingthatheheardhismastercalling.Itwasevening.Frodocouldnothavecalled,forhehadfallenasleep,andhadsliddownnearlytothebottomofthepit.Gollumwasbyhim.ForamomentSamthoughtthathewastryingtorouseFrodo;thenhesawthatitwasnotso.Gollumwastalkingtohimself.Sméagolwasholdingadebatewithsomeotherthoughtthatusedthesamevoicebutmadeitsqueakandhiss.Apalelightandagreenlightalternatedinhiseyesashespoke.
`Sméagolpromised,’saidthefirstthought.
`Yes,yes,myprecious,’cametheanswer,’wepromised:tosaveourPrecious,nottoletHimhaveit-never.Butit’sgoingtoHimyes,nearereverystep.What’sthehobbitgoingtodowithit,wewonders,yeswewonders.’
`Idon’tknow.Ican’thelpit.Master’sgotit.Sméagolpromisedtohelpthemaster.’
`Yes,yes,tohelpthemaster:themasterofthePrecious.Butifwewasmaster,thenwecouldhelpourselfs,yes,andstillkeeppromises.’
`ButSméagolsaidhewouldbeveryverygood.Nicehobbit!HetookcruelropeoffSméagol’sleg.Hespeaksnicelytome.’
’Veryverygood,eh,myprecious?Let’sbegood,goodasfish,sweetone,buttoourselfs.Nothurtthenicehobbit,ofcourse,no,no.’
`ButthePreciousholdsthepromise,’thevoiceofSméagolobjected.
