Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
Shelobwasgone;andwhethershelaylonginherlair,nursinghermaliceandhermisery,andinslowyearsofdarknesshealedherselffromwithin,rebuildingherclusteredeyes,untilwithhungerlikedeathshespunoncemoreherdreadfulsnaresintheglensoftheMountainsofShadow,thistaledoesnottell.
Samwasleftalone.Wearily,astheeveningoftheNamelessLandfellupontheplaceofbattle,hecrawledbacktohismaster.
’Master,dearmaster,’hesaid,butFrododidnotspeak.Ashehadrunforward,eager,rejoicingtobefree,Shelobwithhideousspeedhadcomebehindandwithoneswiftstrokehadstunghimintheneck.Helaynowpale,andheardnovoice.anddidnotmove.
`Master,dearmaster!’saidSam,andthroughalongsilencewaited.listeninginvain.
ThenasquicklyashecouldhecutawaythebindingcordsandlaidhisheaduponFrodo’sbreastandtohismouth,butnostiroflifecouldhefind,norfeelthefaintestflutteroftheheart.Oftenhechafedhismaster’shandsandfeet,andtouchedhisbrow,butallwerecold.
`Frodo,Mr.Frodo!’hecalled.’Don’tleavemeherealone!It’syourSamcalling.Don’tgowhereIcan’tfollow!Wakeup,Mr.Frodo!Owakeup,Frodo,medear,medear.Wakeup!’
Thenangersurgedoverhint,andheranabouthismaster’sbodyinarage,stabbingtheair,andsmitingthestones,andshoutingchallenges.Presentlyhecameback,andbendinglookedatFrodo’sface,palebeneathhiminthedusk.
