Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Earth,airandwaterallseemaccursed.Butsoourpathislaid.’
’Yes,that’sso,’saidSam.`Andweshouldn’tbehereatall,ifwe’dknownmoreaboutitbeforewestarted.ButIsupposeit’softenthatway.Thebravethingsintheoldtalesandsongs,Mr.Frodo:adventures,asIusedtocallthem.Iusedtothinkthattheywerethingsthewonderfulfolkofthestorieswentoutandlookedfor,becausetheywantedthem,becausetheywereexcitingandlifewasabitdull,akindofasport,asyoumightsay.Butthat’snotthewayofitwiththetalesthatreallymattered,ortheonesthatstayinthemind.Folkseemtohavebeenjustlandedinthem,usually-theirpathswerelaidthatway,asyouputit.ButIexpecttheyhadlotsofchances,likeus,ofturningback,onlytheydidn’t.Andiftheyhad,weshouldn’tknow,becausethey’dhavebeenforgotten.Wehearaboutthoseasjustwenton-andnotalltoagoodend,mindyou;atleastnottowhatfolkinsideastoryandnotoutsideitcallagoodend.Youknow,cominghome,andfindingthingsallright,thoughnotquitethesame-likeoldMrBilbo.Butthosearen’talwaysthebesttalestohear,thoughtheymaybethebesttalestogetlandedin!Iwonderwhatsortofatalewe’vefalleninto?’
`Iwonder,’saidFrodo.’ButIdon’tknow.Andthat’sthewayofarealtale.Takeanyonethatyou’refondof.Youmayknow,orguess,whatkindofataleitis,happy-endingorsad-ending,butthepeopleinitdon’tknow.
