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'M
aster
,
master
!
'
cried
Sam
.
He
was
close
behind
,
his
own
sword
drawn
and
ready
.
'S
tars
and
glory
!
But
the
Elves
would
make
a
song
of
that
,
if
ever
they
heard
of
it
!
And
may
I
live
to
tell
them
and
hear
them
sing
.
But
do
n't
go
on
,
master
.
Do
n't
go
down
to
that
den
!
Now
's
our
only
chance
.
Now
let
's
get
out
of
this
foul
hole
!
'
And
so
back
they
turned
once
more
,
first
walking
and
then
running
;
for
as
they
went
the
floor
of
the
tunnel
rose
steeply
,
and
with
every
stride
they
climbed
higher
above
the
stenches
of
the
unseen
lair
,
and
strength
returned
to
limb
and
heart
.
But
still
the
hatred
of
the
Watcher
lurked
behind
them
,
blind
for
a
while
,
perhaps
,
but
undefeated
,
still
bent
on
death
.
And
now
there
came
a
flow
of
air
to
meet
them
,
cold
and
thin
.
The
opening
,
the
tunnel
's
end
,
at
last
it
was
before
them
.
Panting
,
yearning
for
a
roofless
place
,
they
flung
themselves
forward
,
and
then
in
amazement
they
staggered
,
tumbling
back
.
The
outlet
was
blocked
with
some
barrier
,
but
not
of
stone
:
soft
and
a
little
yielding
it
seemed
,
and
yet
strong
and
impervious
;
air
filtered
through
,
hut
not
a
glimmer
of
any
light
.
Once
more
they
charged
and
were
hurled
back
.
Holding
aloft
the
Phial
Frodo
looked
and
before
him
he
saw
a
greyness
which
the
radiance
of
the
star-glass
did
not
pierce
and
did
not
illuminate
,
as
if
it
were
a
shadow
that
being
cast
by
no
light
,
no
light
could
dissipate
.
Across
the
width
and
height
of
the
tunnel
a
vast
web
was
spun
,
orderly
as
the
web
of
some
huge
spider
,
but
denser-woven
and
far
greater
,
and
each
thread
was
as
thick
as
rope
.
Sam
laughed
grimly
.
'
Cobwebs
!
'
he
said
.
'
Is
that
all
?
Cobwebs
!
But
what
a
spider
!
Have
at
'em
,
down
with
'em
!
'
In
a
fury
he
hewed
at
them
with
his
sword
,
but
the
thread
that
he
struck
did
not
break
.
It
gave
a
little
and
then
sprang
back
like
a
plucked
bowstring
,
turning
the
blade
and
tossing
up
both
sword
and
arm
.
Three
times
Sam
struck
with
all
his
force
,
and
at
last
one
single
cord
of
all
the
countless
cords
snapped
and
twisted
,
curling
and
whipping
through
the
air
.
One
end
of
it
lashed
Sam
's
hand
,
and
he
cried
out
in
pain
,
starting
back
and
drawing
his
hand
across
his
mouth
.
'
It
will
take
days
to
clear
the
road
like
this
,
'
he
said
.
'
What
's
to
be
done
?
Have
those
eyes
come
back
?
'
'
No
,
not
to
be
seen
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
But
I
still
feel
that
they
are
looking
at
me
,
or
thinking
about
me
:
making
some
other
plan
,
perhaps
.
If
this
light
were
lowered
,
or
if
it
failed
,
they
would
quickly
come
again
.
'
'
Trapped
in
the
end
!
'
said
Sam
bitterly
,
his
anger
rising
again
above
weariness
and
despair
.
'
Gnats
in
a
net
.
May
the
curse
of
Faramir
bite
that
Gollum
and
bite
him
quick
!
'
