Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Overcomewithweaknesshewept.AndstillthehostofMorgulcrossedthebridge.
Thenatagreatdistance,asifitcameoutofmemoriesoftheShire,somesunlitearlymorning,whenthedaycalledanddoorswereopening,heheardSam’svoicespeaking.`Wakeup,Mr.Frodo!Wakeup!’Hadthevoiceadded:`Yourbreakfastisready,’hewouldhardlyhavebeensurprised.CertainlySamwasurgent.`Wakeup,Mr.Frodo!They’regone,’hesaid.
Therewasadullclang.ThegatesofMinasMorgulhadclosed.Thelastrankofspearshadvanisheddowntheroad.Thetowerstillgrinnedacrossthevalley,butthelightwasfadinginit.Thewholecitywasfallingbackintoadarkbroodingshade,andsilence.Yetstillitwasfilledwithwatchfulness.
’Wakeup,Mr.Frodo!They’regone,andwe’dbettergotoo.There’ssomethingstillaliveinthatplace,somethingwitheyes,oraseeingmind,ifyoutakeme;andthelongerwestayinonespot,thesooneritwillgetontous.Comeon,Mr.Frodo!’
Frodoraisedhishead,andthenstoodup.Despairhadnotlefthim,buttheweaknesshadpassed.Heevensmiledgrimly,feelingnowasclearlyasamomentbeforehehadfelttheopposite,thatwhathehadtodo,hehadtodo,ifhecould,andthatwhetherFaramirorAragornorElrondorGaladrielorGandalforanyoneelseeverknewaboutitwasbesidethepurpose.Hetookhisstaffinonehandandthephialinhisother.Whenhesawthattheclearlightwasalreadywellingthroughhisfingers,hethrustitintohisbosomandhelditagainsthisheart.
