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At
once
the
white
horse
sprang
away
and
sped
like
the
wind
along
the
last
lap
of
the
Road
.
At
the
same
moment
the
black
horses
leaped
down
the
hill
in
pursuit
,
and
from
the
Riders
came
a
terrible
cry
,
such
as
Frodo
had
heard
filling
the
woods
with
horror
in
the
Eastfarthing
far
away
.
It
was
answered
;
and
to
the
dismay
of
Frodo
and
his
friends
out
from
the
trees
and
rocks
away
on
the
left
four
other
Riders
came
flying
.
Two
rode
towards
Frodo
;
two
galloped
madly
towards
the
Ford
to
cut
off
his
escape
.
They
seemed
to
him
to
run
like
the
wind
and
to
grow
swiftly
larger
and
darker
,
as
their
courses
converged
with
his
.
Frodo
looked
back
for
a
moment
over
his
shoulder
.
He
could
no
longer
see
his
friends
.
The
Riders
behind
were
falling
back
:
even
their
great
steeds
were
no
match
in
speed
for
the
white
elf-horse
of
Glorfindel
.
He
looked
forward
again
,
and
hope
faded
.
There
seemed
no
chance
of
reaching
the
Ford
before
he
was
cut
off
by
the
others
that
had
lain
in
ambush
.
He
could
see
them
clearly
now
:
they
appeared
to
have
cast
aside
their
hoods
and
black
cloaks
,
and
they
were
robed
in
white
and
grey
.
Swords
were
naked
in
their
pale
hands
;
helms
were
on
their
heads
.
Their
cold
eyes
glittered
,
and
they
called
to
him
with
fell
voices
.
Fear
now
filled
all
Frodo
's
mind
.
He
thought
no
longer
of
his
sword
.
No
cry
came
from
him
.
He
shut
his
eyes
and
clung
to
the
horse
's
mane
.
The
wind
whistled
in
his
ears
,
and
the
bells
upon
the
harness
rang
wild
and
shrill
.
A
breath
of
deadly
cold
pierced
him
like
a
spear
,
as
with
a
last
spurt
,
like
a
flash
of
white
fire
,
the
elf-horse
speeding
as
if
on
wings
,
passed
right
before
the
face
of
the
foremost
Rider
.
Frodo
heard
the
splash
of
water
.
It
foamed
about
his
feet
.
He
felt
the
quick
heave
and
surge
as
the
horse
left
the
river
and
struggled
up
the
stony
path
.
He
was
climbing
the
steep
bank
.
He
was
across
the
Ford
.
But
the
pursuers
were
close
behind
.
At
the
top
of
the
bank
the
horse
halted
and
turned
about
neighing
fiercely
.
There
were
Nine
Riders
at
the
water
's
edge
below
,
and
Frodo
's
spirit
quailed
before
the
threat
of
their
uplifted
faces
.
He
knew
of
nothing
that
would
prevent
them
from
crossing
as
easily
as
he
had
done
;
and
he
felt
that
it
was
useless
to
try
to
escape
over
the
long
uncertain
path
from
the
Ford
to
the
edge
of
Rivendell
,
if
once
the
Riders
crossed
.
In
any
case
he
felt
that
he
was
commanded
urgently
to
halt
.
Hatred
again
stirred
in
him
,
but
he
had
no
longer
the
strength
to
refuse
.
Suddenly
the
foremost
Rider
spurred
his
horse
forward
.
It
checked
at
the
water
and
reared
up
.
With
a
great
effort
Frodo
sat
upright
and
brandished
his
sword
.
'
Go
back
!
'
he
cried
.
'
Go
back
to
the
Land
of
Mordor
,
and
follow
me
no
more
!
'
His
voice
sounded
thin
and
shrill
in
his
own
ears
.
The
Riders
halted
,
but
Frodo
had
not
the
power
of
Bombadil
.
His
enemies
laughed
at
him
with
a
harsh
and
chilling
laughter
.
'
Come
back
!
Come
back
!
'
they
called
.
'
To
Mordor
we
will
take
you
!
'
'
Go
back
!
'
he
whispered
.
'
The
Ring
!
The
Ring
!
'
they
cried
with
deadly
voices
;
and
immediately
their
leader
urged
his
horse
forward
into
the
water
,
followed
closely
by
two
others
.
