Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
AtpresentSamstillthoughtonlyofhiding,oflyinglowtillallwasquietagain;andhelistenedanxiously.Hecouldnottellhownearthevoiceswere,thewordsseemedalmostinhisears.
’Hola!Gorbag!Whatareyoudoinguphere?Hadenoughofwaralready?’
’Orders,youlubber.Andwhatareyoudoing,Shagrat?Tiredoflurkingupthere?Thinkingofcomingdowntofight?’
’Orderstoyou.I’mincommandofthispass.Sospeakcivil.What’syourreport?’
’Nothing.’
`Hai!hai!yoi!’Ayellbrokeintotheexchangesoftheleaders.TheOrcslowerdownhadsuddenlyseensomething.Theybegantorun.Sodidtheothers.
`Hai!Hola!Here’ssomething!Lyingrightintheroad.Aspy,aspy!’Therewasahootofsnarlinghornsandababelofbayingvoices.
WithadreadfulstrokeSamwaswakenedfromhiscoweringmood.Theyhadseenhismaster.Whatwouldtheydo?HehadheardtalesoftheOrcstomakethebloodruncold.Itcouldnotbeborne.Hesprangup.HeflungtheQuestandallhisdecisionsaway,andfearanddoubtwiththem.Heknewnowwherehisplacewasandhadbeen:athismaster’sside,thoughwhathecoulddotherewasnotclear.Backherandownthesteps,downthepathtowardsFrodo.
`Howmanyarethere?’hethought.`Thirtyorfortyfromthetoweratleast,andalotmorethanthatfromdownbelow,Iguess.HowmanycanIkillbeforetheygetme?They’llseetheflameofthesword,assoonasIdrawit,andthey’llgetmesoonerorlater.
