Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Knife in the Dark
‘Imean,theyseemusuallytohaveusedtheirnosesratherthantheireyes,smellingforus,ifsmellingistherightword,atleastinthedaylight.Butyoumadeusliedownflatwhenyousawthemdownbelow;andnowyoutalkofbeingseen,ifwemove.’
‘Iwastoocarelessonthehill-top,’answeredStrider.‘IwasveryanxioustofindsomesignofGandalf;butitwasamistakeforthreeofustogoupandstandtheresolong.Fortheblackhorsescansee,andtheRiderscanusemenandothercreaturesasspies,aswefoundatBree.Theythemselvesdonotseetheworldoflightaswedo,butourshapescastshadowsintheirminds,whichonlythenoonsundestroys;andinthedarktheyperceivemanysignsandformsthatarehiddenfromus:thentheyaremosttobefeared.Andatalltimestheysmellthebloodoflivingthings,desiringandhatingit.Senses,too,thereareotherthansightorsmell.Wecanfeeltheirpresence–ittroubledourhearts,assoonaswecamehere,andbeforewesawthem;theyfeeloursmorekeenly.Also,’headded,andhisvoicesanktoawhisper,‘theRingdrawsthem.’
‘Istherenoescapethen?’saidFrodo,lookingroundwildly.‘IfImoveIshallbeseenandhunted!IfIstay,Ishalldrawthemtome!’
Striderlaidhishandonhisshoulder.‘Thereisstillhope,’hesaid.‘Youarenotalone.Letustakethiswoodthatissetreadyforthefireasasign.Thereislittleshelterordefencehere,butfireshallserveforboth.
