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And
with
that
he
staggered
to
his
feet
and
was
Samwise
the
hobbit
,
Hamfast
's
son
,
again
.
'
Now
come
,
you
filth
!
'
he
cried
.
'
You
've
hurt
my
master
,
you
brute
,
and
you
'll
pay
for
it
.
We
're
going
on
;
but
we
'll
settle
with
you
first
.
Come
on
,
and
taste
it
again
!
'
As
if
his
indomitable
spirit
had
set
its
potency
in
motion
,
the
glass
blazed
suddenly
like
a
white
torch
in
his
hand
.
It
flamed
like
a
star
that
leaping
from
the
firmament
sears
the
dark
air
with
intolerable
light
.
No
such
terror
out
of
heaven
had
ever
burned
in
Shelob
's
face
before
.
The
beams
of
it
entered
into
her
wounded
head
and
scored
it
with
unbearable
pain
,
and
the
dreadful
infection
of
light
spread
from
eye
to
eye
.
She
fell
back
beating
the
air
with
her
forelegs
,
her
sight
blasted
by
inner
lightnings
,
her
mind
in
agony
.
Then
turning
her
maimed
head
away
,
she
rolled
aside
and
began
to
crawl
,
claw
by
claw
,
towards
the
opening
in
the
dark
cliff
behind
.
Sam
came
on
.
He
was
reeling
like
a
drunken
man
,
but
he
came
on
.
And
Shelob
cowed
at
last
,
shrunken
in
defeat
,
jerked
and
quivered
as
she
tried
to
hasten
from
him
.
She
reached
the
hole
,
and
squeezing
down
,
leaving
a
trail
of
green-yellow
slime
,
she
slipped
in
,
even
as
Sam
hewed
a
last
stroke
at
her
dragging
legs
.
Then
he
fell
to
the
ground
.
Shelob
was
gone
;
and
whether
she
lay
long
in
her
lair
,
nursing
her
malice
and
her
misery
,
and
in
slow
years
of
darkness
healed
herself
from
within
,
rebuilding
her
clustered
eyes
,
until
with
hunger
like
death
she
spun
once
more
her
dreadful
snares
in
the
glens
of
the
Mountains
of
Shadow
,
this
tale
does
not
tell
.
Sam
was
left
alone
.
Wearily
,
as
the
evening
of
the
Nameless
Land
fell
upon
the
place
of
battle
,
he
crawled
back
to
his
master
.
'M
aster
,
dear
master
,
'
he
said
,
but
Frodo
did
not
speak
.
As
he
had
run
forward
,
eager
,
rejoicing
to
be
free
,
Shelob
with
hideous
speed
had
come
behind
and
with
one
swift
stroke
had
stung
him
in
the
neck
.
He
lay
now
pale
,
and
heard
no
voice
.
and
did
not
move
.
'
Master
,
dear
master
!
'
said
Sam
,
and
through
a
long
silence
waited
.
listening
in
vain
.
Then
as
quickly
as
he
could
he
cut
away
the
binding
cords
and
laid
his
head
upon
Frodo
's
breast
and
to
his
mouth
,
but
no
stir
of
life
could
he
find
,
nor
feel
the
faintest
flutter
of
the
heart
.
Often
he
chafed
his
master
's
hands
and
feet
,
and
touched
his
brow
,
but
all
were
cold
.
'
Frodo
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
'
he
called
.
'D
o
n't
leave
me
here
alone
!
It
's
your
Sam
calling
.
Do
n't
go
where
I
ca
n't
follow
!
Wake
up
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
O
wake
up
,
Frodo
,
me
dear
,
me
dear
.
Wake
up
!
'
