Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
’IfonlyIcouldhavemywish,myonewish,’hesighed,`togobackandfindhim!’Thenatlastheturnedtotheroadinfrontandtookafewsteps:theheaviestandthemostreluctanthehadevertaken.
Onlyafewsteps;andnowonlyafewmoreandhewouldbegoingdownandwouldneverseethathighplaceagain.Andthensuddenlyheheardcriesandvoices.Hestoodstillasstone.Orc-voices.Theywerebehindhimandbeforehim.Anoiseoftrampingfeetandharshshouts:OrcswerecominguptotheCleftfromthefarside,fromsomeentrytothetower,perhaps.Trampingfeetandshoutsbehind.Hewheeledround.Hesawsmallredlights,torches,winkingawaybelowthereastheyissuedfromthetunnel.Atlastthehuntwasup.Theredeyeofthetowerhadnotbeenblind.Hewascaught.
Nowtheflickerofapproachingtorchesandtheclinkofsteelaheadwasverynear.Inaminutetheywouldreachthetopandbeonhim.Hehadtakentoolonginmakinguphismind,andnowitwasnogood.Howcouldheescape,orsavehimself,orsavetheRing?TheRing.Hewasnotawareofanythoughtordecision.HesimplyfoundhimselfdrawingoutthechainandtakingtheRinginhishand.Theheadoftheorc-companyappearedintheCleftrightbeforehim.Thenheputiton.
Theworldchanged,andasinglemomentoftimewasfilledwithanhourofthought.Atoncehewasawarethathearingwassharpenedwhilesightwasdimmed,butotherwisethaninShelob’slair.
