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A
mist
gathered
about
them
.
Above
them
a
few
stars
still
glimmered
faintly
;
but
on
either
side
there
arose
walls
of
impenetrable
gloom
;
they
were
in
a
narrow
lane
between
moving
towers
of
shadow
.
Voices
they
heard
,
whisperings
and
groanings
and
an
endless
rustling
sigh
;
the
earth
shook
under
them
.
Long
it
seemed
to
them
that
they
sat
and
were
afraid
;
but
at
last
the
darkness
and
the
rumour
passed
,
and
vanished
between
the
mountain
's
arms
.
Away
south
upon
the
Hornburg
,
in
the
middle
night
men
heard
a
great
noise
,
as
a
wind
in
the
valley
,
and
the
ground
trembled
;
and
all
were
afraid
and
no
one
ventured
to
go
forth
.
But
in
the
morning
they
went
out
and
were
amazed
;
for
the
slain
Orcs
were
gone
,
and
the
trees
also
.
Far
down
into
the
valley
of
the
Deep
the
grass
was
crushed
and
trampled
brown
,
as
if
giant
herdsmen
had
pastured
great
droves
of
cattle
there
;
but
a
mile
below
the
Dike
a
huge
pit
had
been
delved
in
the
earth
,
and
over
it
stones
were
piled
into
a
hill
.
Men
believed
that
the
Orcs
whom
they
had
slain
were
buried
there
;
but
whether
those
who
had
fled
into
the
wood
were
with
them
,
none
could
say
,
for
no
man
ever
set
foot
upon
that
hill
.
The
Death
Down
it
was
afterwards
called
,
and
no
grass
would
grow
there
.
But
the
strange
trees
were
never
seen
in
Deeping-coomb
again
;
they
had
returned
at
night
,
and
had
gone
far
away
to
the
dark
dales
of
Fangorn
.
Thus
they
were
revenged
upon
the
Orcs
.
The
king
and
his
company
slept
no
more
that
night
;
but
they
saw
and
heard
no
other
strange
thing
,
save
one
:
the
voice
of
the
river
beside
them
suddenly
awoke
.
There
was
a
rush
of
water
hurrying
down
among
the
stones
;
and
when
it
had
passed
,
the
Isen
flowed
and
bubbled
in
its
bed
again
,
as
it
had
ever
done
.
At
dawn
they
made
ready
to
go
on
.
The
light
came
grey
and
pale
,
and
they
did
not
see
the
rising
of
the
sun
.
The
air
above
was
heavy
with
fog
,
and
a
reek
lay
on
the
land
about
them
.
They
went
slowly
,
riding
now
upon
the
highway
.
It
was
broad
and
hard
,
and
well-tended
.
Dimly
through
the
mists
they
could
descry
the
long
arm
of
the
mountains
rising
on
their
left
.
They
had
passed
into
Nan
Curunír
,
the
Wizard
's
Vale
.
That
was
a
sheltered
valley
,
open
only
to
the
South
.
Once
it
had
been
fair
and
green
,
and
through
it
the
Isen
flowed
,
already
deep
and
strong
before
it
found
the
plains
;
for
it
was
fed
by
many
springs
and
lesser
streams
among
the
rain-washed
hills
.
and
all
about
it
there
had
lain
a
pleasant
,
fertile
land
.
It
was
not
so
now
.
Beneath
the
walls
of
Isengard
there
still
were
acres
tilled
by
the
slaves
of
Saruman
;
but
most
of
the
valley
had
become
a
wilderness
of
weeds
and
thorns
.
Brambles
trailed
upon
the
ground
,
or
clambering
over
bush
and
bank
,
made
shaggy
caves
where
small
beasts
housed
.
No
trees
grew
there
;
but
among
the
rank
grasses
could
still
be
seen
the
burned
and
axe-hewn
stumps
of
ancient
groves
.
It
was
a
sad
country
,
silent
now
but
for
the
stony
noise
of
quick
waters
.
Smokes
and
steams
drifted
in
sullen
clouds
and
lurked
in
the
hollows
.
The
riders
did
not
speak
.
Many
doubted
in
their
hearts
,
wondering
to
what
dismal
end
their
journey
led
.
After
they
had
ridden
for
some
miles
,
the
highway
became
a
wide
street
,
paved
with
great
flat
stones
,
squared
and
laid
with
skill
;
no
blade
of
grass
was
seen
in
any
joint
.
Deep
gutters
,
filled
with
trickling
water
.
ran
down
on
either
side
.
Suddenly
a
tall
pillar
loomed
up
before
them
.
It
was
black
;
and
set
upon
it
was
a
great
stone
,
carved
and
painted
in
the
likeness
of
a
long
White
Hand
.
Its
finger
pointed
north
.
Not
far
now
they
knew
that
the
gates
of
Isengard
must
stand
,
and
their
hearts
were
heavy
;
but
their
eyes
could
not
pierce
the
mists
ahead
.
Beneath
the
mountain
's
arm
within
the
Wizard
's
Vale
through
years
uncounted
had
stood
that
ancient
place
that
Men
called
Isengard
.
Partly
it
was
shaped
in
the
making
of
the
mountains
,
but
mighty
works
the
Men
of
Westernesse
had
wrought
there
of
old
;
and
Saruman
had
dwelt
there
long
and
had
not
been
idle
.
