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'
But
that
is
an
age
and
more
ago
,
'
said
Sam
.
'
The
Dead
ca
n't
be
really
there
!
Is
it
some
devilry
hatched
in
the
Dark
Land
?
'
'
Who
knows
?
Sméagol
does
n't
know
,
'
answered
Gollum
.
'
You
can
not
reach
them
,
you
can
not
touch
them
.
We
tried
once
,
.
yes
,
precious
.
I
tried
once
;
but
you
can
not
reach
them
.
Only
shapes
to
see
,
perhaps
,
not
to
touch
.
No
precious
!
All
dead
.
'
Sam
looked
darkly
at
him
and
shuddered
again
,
thinking
that
he
guessed
why
Sméagol
had
tried
to
touch
them
.
'
Well
,
I
do
n't
want
to
see
them
,
'
he
said
.
'N
ever
again
!
Ca
n't
we
get
on
and
get
away
?
'
'
Yes
,
yes
,
'
said
Gollum
.
'
But
slowly
,
very
slowly
.
Very
carefully
!
Or
hobbits
go
down
to
join
the
Dead
ones
and
light
little
candles
.
Follow
Sméagol
!
Do
n't
look
at
lights
!
'
He
crawled
away
to
the
right
,
seeking
for
a
path
round
the
mere
.
They
came
close
behind
,
stooping
,
often
using
their
hands
even
as
he
did
.
'
Three
precious
little
Gollums
in
a
row
we
shall
be
,
if
this
goes
on
much
longer
,
'
thought
Sam
.
At
last
they
came
to
the
end
of
the
black
mere
,
and
they
crossed
it
,
perilously
,
crawling
or
hopping
from
one
treacherous
island
tussock
to
another
.
Often
they
floundered
,
stepping
or
falling
hands-first
into
waters
as
noisome
as
a
cesspool
,
till
they
were
slimed
and
fouled
almost
up
to
their
necks
and
stank
in
one
another
's
nostrils
.
It
was
late
in
the
night
when
at
length
they
reached
firmer
ground
again
.
Gollum
hissed
and
whispered
to
himself
,
but
it
appeared
that
he
was
pleased
:
in
some
mysterious
way
,
by
some
blended
sense
of
feel
,
and
smell
,
and
uncanny
memory
for
shapes
in
the
dark
,
he
seemed
to
know
just
where
he
was
again
,
and
to
be
sure
of
his
road
ahead
.
'
Now
on
we
go
!
'
he
said
.
'N
ice
hobbits
!
Brave
hobbits
!
Very
very
weary
,
of
course
;
so
we
are
,
my
precious
,
all
of
us
.
But
we
must
take
master
away
from
the
wicked
lights
,
yes
,
yes
,
we
must
.
'
With
these
words
he
started
off
again
,
almost
at
a
trot
,
down
what
appeared
to
be
a
long
lane
between
high
reeds
,
and
they
stumbled
after
him
as
quickly
as
they
could
.
But
in
a
little
while
he
stopped
suddenly
and
sniffed
the
air
doubtfully
,
hissing
as
if
he
was
troubled
or
displeased
again
.
'
What
is
it
?
'
growled
Sam
,
misinterpreting
the
signs
.
'
What
's
the
need
to
sniff
?
The
stink
nearly
knocks
me
down
with
my
nose
held
.
You
stink
,
and
master
stinks
;
the
whole
place
stinks
.
'
