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Then
anger
surged
over
hint
,
and
he
ran
about
his
master
's
body
in
a
rage
,
stabbing
the
air
,
and
smiting
the
stones
,
and
shouting
challenges
.
Presently
he
came
back
,
and
bending
looked
at
Frodo
's
face
,
pale
beneath
him
in
the
dusk
.
And
suddenly
he
saw
that
he
was
in
the
picture
that
was
revealed
to
him
in
the
mirror
of
Galadriel
in
Lórien
:
Frodo
with
a
pale
face
lying
fast
asleep
under
a
great
dark
cliff
.
Or
fast
asleep
he
had
thought
then
.
'
He
's
dead
!
'
he
said
.
'N
ot
asleep
,
dead
!
'
And
as
he
said
it
,
as
if
the
words
had
set
the
venom
to
its
work
again
.
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
hue
of
the
face
grew
livid
green
.
And
then
black
despair
came
down
on
him
,
and
Sam
bowed
to
the
ground
,
and
drew
his
grey
hood
over
his
head
,
and
night
came
into
his
heart
,
and
he
knew
no
more
.
When
at
last
the
blackness
passed
,
Sam
looked
up
and
shadows
were
about
him
;
but
for
how
many
minutes
or
hours
the
world
had
gone
dragging
on
he
could
not
tell
.
He
was
still
in
the
same
place
,
and
still
his
master
lay
beside
him
dead
.
The
mountains
had
not
crumbled
nor
the
earth
fallen
into
ruin
.
'
What
shall
I
do
,
what
shall
I
do
?
'
he
said
.
'
Did
I
come
all
this
way
with
him
for
nothing
?
'
And
then
he
remembered
his
own
voice
speaking
words
that
at
the
time
he
did
not
understand
himself
,
at
the
beginning
of
their
journey
:
I
have
something
to
do
before
the
end
.
I
must
see
it
through
,
sir
,
if
you
understand
.
'
But
what
can
I
do
?
Not
leave
Mr.
Frodo
dead
,
unburied
on
the
top
of
the
mountains
,
and
go
home
?
Or
go
on
?
Go
on
?
'
he
repeated
,
and
for
a
moment
doubt
and
fear
shook
him
.
'
Go
on
?
Is
that
what
I
've
got
to
do
?
And
leave
him
?
'
Then
at
last
he
began
to
weep
;
and
going
to
Frodo
he
composed
his
body
,
and
folded
his
cold
hands
upon
his
breast
,
and
wrapped
his
cloak
about
him
;
and
he
laid
his
own
sword
at
one
side
,
and
the
staff
that
Faramir
had
given
at
the
other
.
'
If
I
'm
to
go
on
,
'
he
said
,
'
then
I
must
take
your
sword
,
by
your
leave
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
but
I
'll
put
this
one
to
lie
by
you
,
as
it
lay
by
the
old
king
in
the
barrow
;
and
you
've
got
your
beautiful
mithril
coat
from
old
Mr.
Bilbo
.
And
your
star-glass
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
you
did
lend
it
to
me
and
I
'll
need
it
,
for
I
'll
be
always
in
the
dark
now
.
It
's
too
good
for
me
,
and
the
Lady
gave
it
to
you
,
but
maybe
she
'd
understand
.
Do
you
understand
,
Mr.
Frodo
?
I
've
got
to
go
on
.
'
But
he
could
not
go
,
not
yet
.
He
knelt
and
held
Frodo
's
hand
and
could
not
release
it
.
And
time
went
by
and
still
he
knelt
,
holding
his
master
's
hand
,
and
in
his
heart
keeping
a
debate
.
