Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Itwasdimlylitwithtorchesflaringinbracketsonthewalls,butitsdistantendwaslostingloom.Manydoorsandopeningscouldbeseenonthissideandthat;butitwasemptysavefortwoorthreemorebodiessprawlingonthefloor.Fromwhathehadheardofthecaptains"talkSamknewthat,deadoralive,Frodowouldmostlikelybefoundinachamberhighupintheturretfarabove;buthemightsearchforadaybeforehefoundtheway.
"It’llbeneartheback,Iguess,"Sammuttered."ThewholeTowerclimbsbackwards-like.AndanywayI’dbetterfollowtheselights."
Headvanceddownthepassage,butslowlynow,eachstepmorereluctant.Terrorwasbeginningtogriphimagain.Therewasnosoundsavetherapofhisfeet,whichseemedtogrowtoanechoingnoise,liketheslappingofgreathandsuponthestones.Thedeadbodies;theemptiness;thedankblackwallsthatinthetorchlightseemedtodripwithblood;thefearofsuddendeathlurkingindoorwayorshadow;andbehindallhismindthewaitingwatchfulmaliceatthegate:itwasalmostmorethanhecouldscrewhimselftoface.Hewouldhavewelcomedafight-withnottoomanyenemiesatatime–ratherthanthishideousbroodinguncertainty.HeforcedhimselftothinkofFrodo,lyingboundorinpainordeadsomewhereinthisdreadfulplace.Hewenton.
