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And
suddenly
he
felt
the
Eye
.
There
was
an
eye
in
the
Dark
Tower
that
did
not
sleep
.
He
knew
that
it
had
become
aware
of
his
gaze
.
A
fierce
eager
will
was
there
.
It
leaped
towards
him
;
almost
like
a
finger
he
felt
it
,
searching
for
him
.
Very
soon
it
would
nail
him
down
,
know
just
exactly
where
he
was
.
Amon
Lhaw
it
touched
.
It
glanced
upon
Tol
Brandir
he
threw
himself
from
the
seat
,
crouching
,
covering
his
head
with
his
grey
hood
.
He
heard
himself
crying
out
:
Never
,
never
!
Or
was
it
:
Verily
I
come
,
I
come
to
you
?
He
could
not
tell
.
Then
as
a
flash
from
some
other
point
of
power
there
came
to
his
mind
another
thought
:
Take
it
off
!
Take
it
off
!
Fool
,
take
it
off
!
Take
off
the
Ring
!
The
two
powers
strove
in
him
.
For
a
moment
,
perfectly
balanced
between
their
piercing
points
,
he
writhed
,
tormented
.
Suddenly
he
was
aware
of
himself
again
.
Frodo
,
neither
the
Voice
nor
the
Eye
:
free
to
choose
,
and
with
one
remaining
instant
in
which
to
do
so
.
He
took
the
Ring
off
his
finger
.
He
was
kneeling
in
clear
sunlight
before
the
high
seat
.
A
black
shadow
seemed
to
pass
like
an
arm
above
him
;
it
missed
Amon
Hen
and
groped
out
west
,
and
faded
.
Then
all
the
sky
was
clean
and
blue
and
birds
sang
in
every
tree
.
Frodo
rose
to
his
feet
.
A
great
weariness
was
on
him
,
but
his
will
was
firm
and
his
heart
lighter
.
He
spoke
aloud
to
himself
.
"
I
will
do
now
what
I
must
,
"
he
said
.
"
This
at
least
is
plain
:
the
evil
of
the
Ring
is
already
at
work
even
in
the
Company
,
and
the
Ring
must
leave
them
before
it
does
more
harm
.
I
will
go
alone
.
Some
I
can
not
trust
,
and
those
I
can
trust
are
too
dear
to
me
:
poor
old
Sam
,
and
Merry
and
Pippin
.
Strider
,
too
:
his
heart
yearns
for
Minas
Tirith
,
and
he
will
be
needed
there
,
now
Boromir
has
fallen
into
evil
.
I
will
go
alone
.
At
once
.
"
He
went
quickly
down
the
path
and
came
back
to
the
lawn
where
Boromir
had
found
him
.
Then
he
halted
,
listening
.
He
thought
he
could
hear
cries
and
calls
from
the
woods
near
the
shore
below
.
"
They
'll
be
hunting
for
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
wonder
how
long
I
have
been
away
.
Hours
,
I
should
think
.
"
He
hesitated
.
"
What
can
I
do
?
"
he
muttered
.
"
I
must
go
now
or
I
shall
never
go
.
I
sha
n't
get
a
chance
again
.
I
hate
leaving
them
,
and
like
this
without
any
explanation
.
But
surely
they
will
understand
.
Sam
will
.
And
what
else
can
I
do
?
"
Slowly
he
drew
out
the
Ring
and
put
it
on
once
more
.
He
vanished
and
passed
down
the
hill
,
less
than
a
rustle
of
the
wind
.
The
others
remained
long
by
the
river-side
.
For
some
time
they
had
been
silent
,
moving
restlessly
about
;
but
now
they
were
sitting
in
a
circle
,
and
they
were
talking
.
Every
now
and
again
they
made
efforts
to
speak
of
other
things
,
of
their
long
road
and
many
adventures
;
they
questioned
Aragorn
concerning
the
realm
of
Gondor
and
its
ancient
history
,
and
the
remnants
of
its
great
works
that
could
still
be
seen
in
this
strange
border-land
of
the
Emyn
Muil
:
the
stone
kings
and
the
seats
of
Lhaw
and
Hen
,
and
the
great
Stair
beside
the
falls
of
Rauros
.
But
always
their
thoughts
and
words
strayed
back
to
Frodo
and
the
Ring
.
What
would
Frodo
choose
to
do
?
Why
was
he
hesitating
?
