Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Againtheyhalted,andagaintheybegantoclimb.Itwasalongandwearyascent;butthisstairwaydidnotdelveintothemountain-side.Herethehugeclifffaceslopedbackwards,andthepathlikeasnakewoundtoandfroacrossit.Atonepointitcrawledsidewaysrighttotheedgeofthedarkchasm,andFrodoglancingdownsawbelowhimasavastdeeppitthegreatravineattheheadoftheMorgulValley.Downinitsdepthsglimmeredlikeaglow-wormthreadthewraith-roadfromthedeadcitytotheNamelessPass.Heturnedhastilyaway.
Stillonandupthestairwaybentandcrawled,untilatlastwithafinalflight,shortandstraight,itclimbedoutagainontoanotherlevel.Thepathhadveeredawayfromthemainpassinthegreatravine,anditnowfolloweditsownperilouscourseatthebottomofalessercleftamongthehigherregionsoftheEphelDúath.Dimlythehobbitscoulddiscerntallpiersandjaggedpinnaclesofstoneoneitherside,betweenwhichweregreatcrevicesandfissuresblackerthanthenight,whereforgottenwintershadgnawedandcarvedthesunlessstone.Andnowtheredlightintheskyseemedstronger;thoughtheycouldnottellwhetheradreadfulmorningwereindeedcomingtothisplaceofshadow,orwhethertheysawonlytheflameofsomegreatviolenceofSauroninthetormentofGorgorothbeyond.Stillfarahead,andstillhighabove,Frodo,lookingup,saw,asheguessed,theverycrownofthisbitterroad.
