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"

We

will

not

start

until

it

is

fully

dark

,

"

said

Aragorn

.

The

eighth

night

of

their

journey

came

.

It

was

silent

and

windless

;

the

grey

east

wind

had

passed

away

.

The

thin

crescent

of

the

Moon

had

fallen

early

into

the

pale

sunset

,

but

the

sky

was

clear

above

,

and

though

far

away

in

the

South

there

were

great

ranges

of

cloud

that

still

shone

faintly

,

in

the

West

stars

glinted

bright

.

"

Come

!

"

said

Aragorn

.

"

We

will

venture

one

more

journey

by

night

.

We

are

coming

to

reaches

of

the

River

that

I

do

not

know

well

:

for

I

have

never

journeyed

by

water

in

these

parts

before

,

not

between

here

and

the

rapids

of

Sarn

Gebir

.

But

if

I

am

right

in

my

reckoning

,

those

are

still

many

miles

ahead

.

Still

there

are

dangerous

places

even

before

we

come

there

:

rocks

and

stony

eyots

in

the

stream

.

We

must

keep

a

sharp

watch

and

not

try

to

paddle

swiftly

.

"

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To

Sam

in

the

leading

boat

was

given

the

task

of

watchman

.

He

lay

forward

peering

into

the

gloom

.

The

night

grew

dark

,

but

the

stars

above

were

strangely

bright

,

and

there

was

a

glimmer

On

the

face

of

the

River

.

It

was

close

on

midnight

,

and

they

had

been

drifting

for

some

while

.

hardly

using

the

paddles

,

when

suddenly

Sam

cried

out

.

Only

a

few

yards

ahead

dark

shapes

loomed

up

in

the

stream

and

he

heard

the

swirl

of

racing

water

.

There

was

a

swift

current

which

swung

left

,

towards

the

eastern

shore

where

the

channel

was

clear

.

As

they

were

swept

aside

the

travellers

could

see

,

now

very

close

,

the

pale

foam

of

the

River

lashing

against

sharp

rocks

that

were

thrust

out

far

into

the

stream

like

a

ridge

of

teeth

.

The

boats

were

all

huddled

together

.

"

Hoy

there

,

Aragorn

!

"

shouted

Boromir

,

as

his

boat

bumped

into

the

leader

.

"

This

is

madness

!

We

can

not

dare

the

Rapids

by

night

!

But

no

boat

can

live

in

Sarn

Gebir

,

be

it

night

or

day

.

"

"

Back

,

back

!

"

cried

Aragorn

.

"

Turn

!

Turn

if

you

can

!

"

He

drove

his

paddle

into

the

water

,

trying

to

hold

the

boat

and

bring

it

round

.

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"

I

am

out

of

my

reckoning

,

"

he

said

to

Frodo

.

"

I

did

not

know

that

we

had

come

so

far

:

Anduin

flows

faster

than

I

thought

.

Sarn

Gebir

must

be

close

at

hand

already

.

"

With

great

efforts

they

checked

the

boats

and

slowly

brought

them

about

;

but

at

first

they

could

make

only

small

headway

against

the

current

,

and

all

the

time

they

were

carried

nearer

and

nearer

to

the

eastern

bank

.

Now

dark

and

ominous

it

loomed

up

in

the

night

.

"

All

together

,

paddle

!

"

shouted

Boromir

.

"

Paddle

!

Or

we

shall

be

driven

on

the

shoals

.

"

Even

as

he

spoke

Frodo

felt

the

keel

beneath

him

grate

upon

stone

.

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