Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
AndsuddenlyhesawthathewasinthepicturethatwasrevealedtohiminthemirrorofGaladrielinLórien:Frodowithapalefacelyingfastasleepunderagreatdarkcliff.Orfastasleephehadthoughtthen.`He’sdead!’hesaid.’Notasleep,dead!’Andashesaidit,asifthewordshadsetthevenomtoitsworkagain.itseemedtohimthatthehueofthefacegrewlividgreen.
Andthenblackdespaircamedownonhim,andSambowedtotheground,anddrewhisgreyhoodoverhishead,andnightcameintohisheart,andheknewnomore.
Whenatlasttheblacknesspassed,Samlookedupandshadowswereabouthim;butforhowmanyminutesorhourstheworldhadgonedraggingonhecouldnottell.Hewasstillinthesameplace,andstillhismasterlaybesidehimdead.Themountainshadnotcrumblednortheearthfallenintoruin.
’WhatshallIdo,whatshallIdo?’hesaid.`DidIcomeallthiswaywithhimfornothing?’Andthenherememberedhisownvoicespeakingwordsthatatthetimehedidnotunderstandhimself,atthebeginningoftheirjourney:Ihavesomethingtodobeforetheend.Imustseeitthrough,sir,ifyouunderstand.
`ButwhatcanIdo?NotleaveMr.Frododead,unburiedonthetopofthemountains,andgohome?Orgoon?Goon?’herepeated,andforamomentdoubtandfearshookhim.
