Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
`Goon?IsthatwhatI’vegottodo?Andleavehim?’
Thenatlasthebegantoweep;andgoingtoFrodohecomposedhisbody,andfoldedhiscoldhandsuponhisbreast,andwrappedhiscloakabouthim;andhelaidhisownswordatoneside,andthestaffthatFaramirhadgivenattheother.
’IfI’mtogoon,’hesaid,`thenImusttakeyoursword,byyourleave,Mr.Frodo,butI’llputthisonetoliebyyou,asitlaybytheoldkinginthebarrow;andyou’vegotyourbeautifulmithrilcoatfromoldMr.Bilbo.Andyourstar-glass,Mr.Frodo,youdidlendittomeandI’llneedit,forI’llbealwaysinthedarknow.It’stoogoodforme,andtheLadygaveittoyou,butmaybeshe’dunderstand.Doyouunderstand,Mr.Frodo?I’vegottogoon.’
Buthecouldnotgo,notyet.HekneltandheldFrodo’shandandcouldnotreleaseit.Andtimewentbyandstillheknelt,holdinghismaster’shand,andinhisheartkeepingadebate.
Nowhetriedtofindstrengthtotearhimselfawayandgoonalonelyjourney-forvengeance.Ifoncehecouldgo,hisangerwouldbearhimdownalltheroadsoftheworld,pursuing,untilhehadhimatlast:Gollum.ThenGollumwoulddieinacorner.Butthatwasnotwhathehadsetouttodo.Itwouldnotbeworthwhiletoleavehismasterforthat.Itwouldnotbringhimback.Nothingwould.Theyhadbetterbothbedeadtogether.Andthattoowouldbealonelyjourney.
Helookedonthebrightpointofthesword.Hethoughtoftheplacesbehindwheretherewasablackbrinkandanemptyfallintonothingness.
