Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
Iwonderifanysongwillevermentionit:HowSamwisefellintheHighPassandmadeawallofbodiesroundhismaster.No,nosong.Ofcoursenot,fortheRing’llbefound,andthere’llbenomoresongs.Ican’thelpit.MyplaceisbyMr.Frodo.Theymustunderstandthat-ElrondandtheCouncil,andthegreatLordsandLadieswithalltheirwisdom.Theirplanshavegonewrong.Ican’tbetheirRing-bearer.NotwithoutMr.Frodo.’
ButtheOrcswereoutofhisdimsightnow.Hehadhadnotimetoconsiderhimself,butnowherealizedthathewasweary,wearyalmosttoexhaustion:hislegswouldnotcarryhimashewished.Hewastooslow.Thepathseemedmileslong.Wherehadtheyallgottointhemist?
Theretheywereagain!Agoodwayaheadstill.Aclusteroffiguresroundsomethinglyingontheground;afewseemedtobedartingthiswayandthat,bentlikedogsonatrail.Hetriedtomakeaspurt.
’Comeon,Sam!’hesaid,`oryou’llbetoolateagain.’Heloosenedtheswordinitssheath.Inaminutehewoulddrawit,andthen-
Therewasawildclamour,hootingandlaughing,assomethingwasliftedfromtheground.’Yahoi!Yaharrihoi!Up!Up!’
Thenavoiceshouted:`Nowoff!Thequickway.BacktotheUndergate!She’llnottroubleustonightbyallthesigns.’Thewholebandoforc-figuresbegantomove.Fourinthemiddlewerecarryingabodyhighontheirshoulders.`Yahoi!’
TheyhadtakenFrodo’sbody.Theywereoff.Hecouldnotcatchthemup.Stillhelabouredon.TheOrcsreachedthetunnelandwerepassingin.
