Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Notfarfromthenearbankofthestreamtherewasagapinthestone-wallbesidetheroad.Throughthistheypassed,andSamsawthattheywereonanarrowpaththatgleamedfaintlyatfirst,asthemainroaddid,untilclimbingabovethemeadsofdeadlyflowersitfadedandwentdark,windingitscrookedwayupintothenorthernsidesofthevalley.
Alongthispaththehobbitstrudged,sidebyside,unabletoseeGolluminfrontofthem,exceptwhenheturnedbacktobeckonthemon.Thenhiseyesshonewithagreen-whitelight,reflectingthenoisomeMorgul-sheenperhaps,orkindledbysomeansweringmoodwithin.OfthatdeadlygleamandofthedarkeyeholesFrodoandSamwerealwaysconscious,everglancingfearfullyovertheirshoulders,andeverdraggingtheireyesbacktofindthedarkeningpath.Slowlytheylabouredon.Astheyroseabovethestenchandvapoursofthepoisonousstreamtheirbreathbecameeasierandtheirheadsclearer;butnowtheirlimbsweredeadlytired,asiftheyhadwalkedallnightunderaburden,orhadbeenswimminglongagainstaheavytideofwater.Atlasttheycouldgonofurtherwithoutahalt.
Frodostoppedandsatdownonastone.Theyhadnowclimbeduptothetopofagreathumpofbarerock.Aheadofthemtherewasabayinthevalley-side,androundtheheadofthisthepathwenton,nomorethanawideledgewithachasmontheright;acrossthesheersouthwardfaceofthemountainitcrawledupwards,untilitdisappearedintotheblacknessabove.
`Imustrestawhile,Sam,’whisperedFrodo.
