Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Beforehecouldscrambleupheheardacryandathud.Theorcinitswildhastehadtrippedontheladder-headandfallenthroughtheopentrap-door.Samgavenomorethoughttoit.Herantothefigurehuddledonthefloor.ItwasFrodo.
Hewasnaked,lyingasifinaswoononaheapoffilthyrags:hisarmwasflungup,shieldinghishead,andacrosshissidethererananuglywhip-weal.
"Frodo!Mr.Frodo,mydear!"criedSam,tearsalmostblindinghim."It’sSam,I’vecome!"Hehalfliftedhismasterandhuggedhimtohisbreast.Frodoopenedhiseyes.
"AmIstilldreaming?"hemuttered."Buttheotherdreamswerehorrible."
"You’renotdreamingatall,Master,"saidSam."It’sreal.It’sme.I’vecome."
"Icanhardlybelieveit,"saidFrodo,clutchinghim."Therewasanorcwithawhip,andthenitturnsintoSam!ThenIwasn’tdreamingafterallwhenIheardthatsingingdownbelow,andItriedtoanswer?Wasityou?"
"Itwasindeed,Mr.Frodo.I’dgivenuphope,almost.Icouldn’tfindyou."
"Well,youhavenow,Sam,dearSam,"saidFrodo,andhelaybackinSam’sgentlearms,closinghiseyes,likeachildatrestwhennight-fearsaredrivenawaybysomelovedvoiceorhand.
Samfeltthathecouldsitlikethatinendlesshappiness;butitwasnotallowed.Itwasnotenoughforhimtofindhismaster,hehadstilltotryandsavehim.HekissedFrodo’sforehead."Come!WakeupMr.
