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He
stooped
.
Very
gently
he
undid
the
clasp
at
the
neck
and
slipped
his
hand
inside
Frodo
's
tunic
;
then
with
his
other
hand
raising
the
head
,
he
kissed
the
cold
forehead
,
and
softly
drew
the
chain
over
it
.
And
then
the
head
lay
quietly
back
again
in
rest
.
No
change
came
over
the
still
face
,
and
by
that
more
than
by
all
other
tokens
Sam
was
convinced
at
last
that
Frodo
had
died
and
laid
aside
the
Quest
.
'
Good-bye
,
master
,
my
dear
!
'
he
murmured
.
'
Forgive
your
Sam
.
He
'll
come
back
to
this
spot
when
the
job
's
done
-
if
he
manages
it
.
And
then
he
'll
not
leave
you
again
.
Rest
you
quiet
till
I
come
;
and
may
no
foul
creature
come
anigh
you
!
And
if
the
Lady
could
hear
me
and
give
me
one
wish
,
I
would
wish
to
come
back
and
find
you
again
.
Good-bye
!
'
And
then
he
bent
his
own
neck
and
put
the
chain
upon
it
,
and
at
once
his
head
was
bowed
to
the
ground
with
the
weight
of
the
Ring
,
as
if
a
great
stone
had
been
strung
on
him
.
But
slowly
,
as
if
the
weight
became
less
,
or
new
strength
grew
in
him
,
he
raised
his
head
,
and
then
with
a
great
effort
got
to
his
feet
and
found
that
he
could
walk
and
bear
his
burden
.
And
for
a
moment
he
lifted
up
the
Phial
and
looked
down
at
his
master
,
and
the
light
burned
gently
now
with
the
soft
radiance
of
the
evening-star
in
summer
,
and
in
that
light
Frodo
's
face
was
fair
of
hue
again
,
pale
but
beautiful
with
an
elvish
beauty
,
as
of
one
who
has
long
passed
the
shadows
.
And
with
the
bitter
comfort
of
that
last
sight
Sam
turned
and
hid
the
light
and
stumbled
on
into
the
growing
dark
.
He
had
not
far
to
go
.
The
tunnel
was
some
way
behind
;
the
Cleft
a
couple
of
hundred
yards
ahead
,
or
less
.
The
path
was
visible
in
the
dusk
'
a
deep
rut
worn
in
ages
of
passage
,
running
now
gently
up
in
a
long
trough
with
cliffs
on
either
side
.
The
trough
narrowed
rapidly
.
Soon
Sam
came
to
a
long
flight
of
broad
shallow
steps
.
Now
the
orc-tower
was
right
above
him
,
frowning
black
,
and
in
it
the
red
eye
glowed
.
Now
he
was
hidden
in
the
dark
shadow
under
it
.
He
was
coming
to
the
top
of
the
steps
and
was
in
the
Cleft
at
last
.
'
I
've
made
up
my
mind
,
'
he
kept
saying
to
himself
.
But
he
had
not
.
Though
he
had
done
his
best
to
think
it
out
,
what
he
was
doing
was
altogether
against
the
grain
of
his
nature
.
'
Have
I
got
it
wrong
?
'
he
muttered
.
'
What
ought
I
to
have
done
?
'
As
the
sheer
sides
of
the
Cleft
closed
about
him
,
before
he
reached
the
actual
summit
,
before
he
looked
at
last
on
the
path
descending
into
the
Nameless
Land
.
he
turned
.
For
a
moment
,
motionless
in
intolerable
doubt
,
he
looked
back
.
He
could
still
see
,
like
a
small
blot
in
the
gathering
gloom
,
the
mouth
of
the
tunnel
;
and
he
thought
he
could
see
or
guess
where
Frodo
lay
.
He
fancied
there
was
a
glimmer
on
the
ground
down
there
,
or
perhaps
it
was
some
trick
of
his
tears
,
as
he
peered
out
at
that
high
stony
place
where
all
his
life
had
fallen
in
ruin
.
'
If
only
I
could
have
my
wish
,
my
one
wish
,
'
he
sighed
,
'
to
go
back
and
find
him
!
'
Then
at
last
he
turned
to
the
road
in
front
and
took
a
few
steps
:
the
heaviest
and
the
most
reluctant
he
had
ever
taken
.
Only
a
few
steps
;
and
now
only
a
few
more
and
he
would
be
going
down
and
would
never
see
that
high
place
again
.
And
then
suddenly
he
heard
cries
and
voices
.
He
stood
still
as
stone
.
Orc-voices
.
They
were
behind
him
and
before
him
.
A
noise
of
tramping
feet
and
harsh
shouts
:
Orcs
were
coming
up
to
the
Cleft
from
the
far
side
,
from
some
entry
to
the
tower
,
perhaps
.
Tramping
feet
and
shouts
behind
.
He
wheeled
round
.
He
saw
small
red
lights
,
torches
,
winking
away
below
there
as
they
issued
from
the
tunnel
.
At
last
the
hunt
was
up
.
The
red
eye
of
the
tower
had
not
been
blind
.
He
was
caught
.
Now
the
flicker
of
approaching
torches
and
the
clink
of
steel
ahead
was
very
near
.
In
a
minute
they
would
reach
the
top
and
be
on
him
.
He
had
taken
too
long
in
making
up
his
mind
,
and
now
it
was
no
good
.
How
could
he
escape
,
or
save
himself
,
or
save
the
Ring
?
The
Ring
.
He
was
not
aware
of
any
thought
or
decision
.
He
simply
found
himself
drawing
out
the
chain
and
taking
the
Ring
in
his
hand
.
The
head
of
the
orc-company
appeared
in
the
Cleft
right
before
him
.
Then
he
put
it
on
.
