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This
was
its
fashion
,
while
Saruman
was
at
his
height
,
accounted
by
many
the
chief
of
Wizards
.
A
great
ring-wall
of
stone
,
like
towering
cliffs
,
stood
out
from
the
shelter
of
the
mountain-side
,
from
which
it
ran
and
then
returned
again
.
One
entrance
only
was
there
made
in
it
,
a
great
arch
delved
in
the
southern
wall
.
Here
through
the
black
rock
a
long
tunnel
had
been
hewn
,
closed
at
either
end
with
mighty
doors
of
iron
.
They
were
so
wrought
and
poised
upon
their
huge
hinges
,
posts
of
steel
driven
into
the
living
stone
,
that
when
unbarred
they
could
be
moved
with
a
light
thrust
of
the
arms
,
noiselessly
.
One
who
passed
in
and
came
at
length
out
of
the
echoing
tunnel
,
beheld
a
plain
,
a
great
circle
,
somewhat
hollowed
like
a
vast
shallow
bowl
:
a
mile
it
measured
from
rim
to
rim
.
Once
it
had
been
green
and
filled
with
avenues
,
and
groves
of
fruitful
trees
,
watered
by
streams
that
flowed
from
the
mountains
to
a
lake
.
But
no
green
thing
grew
there
in
the
latter
days
of
Saruman
.
The
roads
were
paved
with
stone-flags
,
dark
and
hard
;
and
beside
their
borders
instead
of
trees
there
marched
long
lines
of
pillars
,
some
of
marble
,
some
of
copper
and
of
iron
.
joined
by
heavy
chains
.
Many
houses
there
were
,
chambers
,
halls
,
and
passages
,
cut
and
tunnelled
back
into
the
walls
upon
their
inner
side
,
so
that
all
the
open
circle
was
overlooked
by
countless
windows
and
dark
doors
.
Thousands
could
dwell
there
,
workers
,
servants
,
slaves
,
and
warriors
with
great
store
of
arms
;
wolves
were
fed
and
stabled
in
deep
dens
beneath
.
The
plain
,
too
,
was
bored
and
delved
.
Shafts
were
driven
deep
into
the
ground
;
their
upper
ends
were
covered
by
low
mounds
and
domes
of
stone
,
so
that
in
the
moonlight
the
Ring
of
Isengard
looked
like
a
graveyard
of
unquiet
dead
.
For
the
ground
trembled
.
The
shafts
ran
down
by
many
slopes
and
spiral
stairs
to
caverns
far
under
;
there
Saruman
had
treasuries
,
store-houses
,
armouries
,
smithies
,
and
great
furnaces
.
Iron
wheels
revolved
there
endlessly
,
and
hammers
thudded
.
At
night
plumes
of
vapour
steamed
from
the
vents
,
lit
from
beneath
with
red
light
,
or
blue
,
or
venomous
green
.
To
the
centre
all
the
roads
ran
between
their
chains
.
There
stood
a
tower
of
marvellous
shape
.
It
was
fashioned
by
the
builders
of
old
,
who
smoothed
the
Ring
of
Isengard
,
and
yet
it
seemed
a
thing
not
made
by
the
craft
of
Men
,
but
riven
from
the
bones
of
the
earth
in
the
ancient
torment
of
the
hills
.
A
peak
and
isle
of
rock
it
was
.
black
and
gleaming
hard
:
four
mighty
piers
of
many-sided
stone
were
welded
into
one
,
but
near
the
summit
they
opened
into
gaping
horns
.
their
pinnacles
sharp
as
the
points
of
spears
,
keen-edged
as
knives
.
Between
them
was
a
narrow
space
,
and
there
upon
a
floor
of
polished
stone
,
written
with
strange
signs
,
a
man
might
stand
five
hundred
feet
above
the
plain
.
This
was
Orthanc
,
the
citadel
of
Saruman
,
the
name
of
which
had
(
by
design
or
chance
)
a
twofold
meaning
;
for
in
the
Elvish
speech
orthanc
signifies
Mount
Fang
,
but
in
the
language
of
the
Mark
of
old
the
Cunning
Mind
.
A
strong
place
and
wonderful
was
Isengard
,
and
long
it
had
been
beautiful
;
and
there
great
lords
had
dwelt
,
the
wardens
of
Gondor
upon
the
West
,
and
wise
men
that
watched
the
stars
.
But
Saruman
had
slowly
shaped
it
to
his
shifting
purposes
,
and
made
it
better
.
as
he
thought
,
being
deceived-for
all
those
arts
and
subtle
devices
,
for
which
he
forsook
his
former
wisdom
,
and
which
fondly
he
imagined
were
his
own
.
came
but
from
Mordor
;
so
that
what
he
made
was
naught
,
only
a
little
copy
,
a
child
's
model
or
a
slave
's
flattery
,
of
that
vast
fortress
.
armoury
,
prison
,
furnace
of
great
power
,
Barad-dûr
,
the
Dark
Tower
,
which
suffered
no
rival
,
and
laughed
at
flattery
,
biding
its
time
,
secure
in
its
pride
and
its
immeasurable
strength
.
This
was
the
stronghold
of
Saruman
,
as
fame
reported
it
;
for
within
living
memory
the
men
of
Rohan
had
not
passed
its
gates
,
save
perhaps
a
few
,
such
as
Wormtongue
,
who
came
in
secret
and
told
no
man
what
they
saw
.
Now
Gandalf
rode
to
the
great
pillar
of
the
Hand
,
and
passed
it
:
and
as
he
did
so
the
Riders
saw
to
their
wonder
that
the
Hand
appeared
no
longer
white
.
It
was
stained
as
with
dried
blood
;
and
looking
closer
they
perceived
that
its
nails
were
red
.
Unheeding
Gandalf
rode
on
into
the
mist
,
and
reluctantly
they
followed
him
.
All
about
them
now
,
as
if
there
had
been
a
sudden
flood
.
wide
pools
of
water
lay
beside
the
road
,
filling
the
hollows
.
and
rills
went
trickling
down
among
the
stones
.
At
last
Gandalf
halted
and
beckoned
to
them
;
and
they
came
,
and
saw
that
beyond
him
the
mists
had
cleared
,
and
a
pale
sunlight
shone
.
The
hour
of
noon
had
passed
.
They
were
come
to
the
doors
of
Isengard
.
