Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
AndwiththebittercomfortofthatlastsightSamturnedandhidthelightandstumbledonintothegrowingdark.
Hehadnotfartogo.Thetunnelwassomewaybehind;theCleftacoupleofhundredyardsahead,orless.Thepathwasvisibleinthedusk`adeeprutworninagesofpassage,runningnowgentlyupinalongtroughwithcliffsoneitherside.Thetroughnarrowedrapidly.SoonSamcametoalongflightofbroadshallowsteps.Nowtheorc-towerwasrightabovehim,frowningblack,andinittheredeyeglowed.Nowhewashiddeninthedarkshadowunderit.HewascomingtothetopofthestepsandwasintheCleftatlast.
’I’vemadeupmymind,’hekeptsayingtohimself.Buthehadnot.Thoughhehaddonehisbesttothinkitout,whathewasdoingwasaltogetheragainstthegrainofhisnature.`HaveIgotitwrong?’hemuttered.`WhatoughtItohavedone?’
AsthesheersidesoftheCleftclosedabouthim,beforehereachedtheactualsummit,beforehelookedatlastonthepathdescendingintotheNamelessLand.heturned.Foramoment,motionlessinintolerabledoubt,helookedback.Hecouldstillsee,likeasmallblotinthegatheringgloom,themouthofthetunnel;andhethoughthecouldseeorguesswhereFrodolay.Hefanciedtherewasaglimmeronthegrounddownthere,orperhapsitwassometrickofhistears,ashepeeredoutatthathighstonyplacewhereallhislifehadfalleninruin.
