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Those
with
the
burden
went
first
,
and
behind
them
there
was
a
good
deal
of
struggling
and
jostling
.
Sam
came
on
.
He
drew
the
sword
,
a
flicker
of
blue
in
his
wavering
hand
,
but
they
did
not
see
it
.
Even
as
he
came
panting
up
,
the
last
of
them
vanished
into
the
black
hole
.
For
a
moment
he
stood
,
gasping
,
clutching
his
breast
.
Then
he
drew
his
sleeve
across
his
face
,
wiping
away
the
grime
,
and
sweat
,
and
tears
.
'
Curse
the
filth
!
'
he
said
,
and
sprang
after
them
into
the
darkness
.
It
no
longer
seemed
very
dark
to
him
in
the
tunnel
,
rather
it
was
as
if
he
had
stepped
out
of
a
thin
mist
into
a
heavier
fog
.
His
weariness
was
growing
but
his
will
hardened
all
the
more
.
He
thought
he
could
see
the
light
of
torches
a
little
way
ahead
,
but
try
as
he
would
,
he
could
not
catch
them
up
.
Orcs
go
fast
in
tunnels
,
and
this
tunnel
they
knew
well
.
;
for
in
spite
of
Shelob
they
were
forced
to
use
it
often
as
the
swiftest
way
from
the
Dead
City
over
the
mountains
.
In
what
far-off
time
the
main
tunnel
and
the
great
round
pit
had
been
made
,
where
Shelob
had
taken
up
her
abode
in
ages
past
.
they
did
not
know
:
but
many
byways
they
had
themselves
delved
about
in
on
either
side
,
so
as
to
escape
the
lair
in
their
goings
to
and
fro
on
the
business
of
their
masters
.
Tonight
they
did
not
intend
to
go
far
down
.
but
were
hastening
to
find
a
side-passage
that
led
back
to
their
watch-tower
on
the
cliff
.
Must
of
them
were
gleeful
,
delighted
with
what
they
had
found
and
seen
,
and
as
they
ran
they
gabbled
and
yammered
after
the
fashion
of
their
kind
.
Sam
heard
the
noise
of
their
harsh
voices
,
flat
and
hard
in
the
dead
air
,
and
he
could
distinguish
two
voices
from
among
all
the
rest
:
they
were
louder
,
and
nearer
to
him
.
The
captains
of
the
two
parties
seemed
to
be
bringing
up
the
rear
,
debating
as
they
went
.
'
Ca
n't
you
stop
your
rabble
making
such
a
racket
,
Shagrat
?
'
grunted
the
one
.
'
We
do
n't
want
Shelob
on
us
.
'
'
Go
on
,
Gorbag
!
Yours
are
making
more
than
half
the
noise
,
'
said
the
other
.
'
But
let
the
lads
play
!
No
need
to
worry
about
Shelob
for
a
bit
,
I
reckon
.
She
's
sat
on
a
nail
,
it
seems
,
and
we
sha
n't
cry
about
that
.
Did
n't
you
see
:
a
nasty
mess
all
the
way
back
to
that
cursed
crack
of
hers
?
If
we
've
stopped
it
once
,
we
've
stopped
it
a
hundred
times
.
So
let
'em
laugh
.
And
we
've
struck
a
bit
of
luck
at
last
:
got
something
that
Lugbúrz
wants
.
'
'
Lugbúrz
wants
it
,
eh
?
What
is
it
,
d'you
think
?
Elvish
it
looked
to
me
,
but
undersized
.
What
's
the
danger
in
a
thing
like
that
?
'
'D
o
n't
know
till
we
've
had
a
look
.
'
'
Oho
!
So
they
have
n't
told
you
what
to
expect
?
They
do
n't
tell
us
all
they
know
,
do
they
?
Not
by
half
.
But
they
can
make
mistakes
,
even
the
Top
Ones
can
.
'
'
Sh
,
Gorbag
!
'
Shagrat
's
voice
was
lowered
,
so
that
even
with
his
strangely
sharpened
hearing
Sam
could
only
just
catch
what
was
said
.
'
They
may
,
but
they
've
got
eyes
and
ears
everywhere
;
some
among
my
lot
,
as
like
as
not
.
But
there
's
no
doubt
about
it
,
they
're
troubled
about
something
.
The
Nazgûl
down
below
are
,
by
your
account
;
and
Lugbúrz
is
too
.
Something
nearly
slipped
.
'
