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A
whip-thong
curled
round
his
legs
,
and
he
stifled
a
cry
.
'
Enough
!
'
shouted
Uglúk
running
up
.
'
He
's
still
got
to
run
a
long
way
yet
.
Make
'em
both
run
!
Just
use
the
whip
as
a
reminder
.
'
'
But
that
's
not
all
,
'
he
snarled
,
turning
to
Pippin
.
'
I
sha
n't
forget
.
Payment
is
only
put
off
.
Leg
it
!
'
Neither
Pippin
nor
Merry
remembered
much
of
the
later
part
of
the
journey
.
Evil
dreams
and
evil
waking
were
blended
into
a
long
tunnel
of
misery
,
with
hope
growing
ever
fainter
behind
.
They
ran
,
and
they
ran
,
striving
to
keep
up
the
pace
set
by
the
Orcs
,
licked
every
now
and
again
with
a
cruel
thong
cunningly
handled
.
If
they
halted
or
stumbled
,
they
were
seized
and
dragged
for
some
distance
.
The
warmth
of
the
orc-draught
had
gone
.
Pippin
felt
cold
and
sick
again
.
Suddenly
he
fell
face
downward
on
the
turf
.
Hard
hands
with
rending
nails
gripped
and
lifted
him
.
He
was
carried
like
a
sack
once
more
,
and
darkness
grew
about
him
:
whether
the
darkness
of
another
night
,
or
a
blindness
of
his
eyes
,
he
could
not
tell
.
Dimly
he
became
aware
of
voices
clamouring
:
it
seemed
that
many
of
the
Orcs
were
demanding
a
halt
.
Uglúk
was
shouting
.
He
felt
himself
flung
to
the
ground
,
and
he
lay
as
he
fell
,
till
black
dreams
took
him
.
But
he
did
not
long
escape
from
pain
;
soon
the
iron
grip
of
merciless
hands
was
on
him
again
.
For
a
long
time
he
was
tossed
and
shaken
,
and
then
slowly
the
darkness
gave
way
,
and
he
came
back
to
the
waking
world
and
found
that
it
was
morning
.
Orders
were
shouted
and
he
was
thrown
roughly
on
the
grass
.
There
he
lay
for
a
while
,
fighting
with
despair
.
His
head
swam
,
but
from
the
heat
in
his
body
he
guessed
that
he
had
been
given
another
draught
.
An
Orc
stooped
over
him
,
and
flung
him
some
bread
and
a
strip
of
raw
dried
flesh
.
He
ate
the
stale
grey
bread
hungrily
,
but
not
the
meat
.
He
was
famished
but
not
yet
so
famished
as
to
eat
flesh
flung
to
him
by
an
Orc
,
the
flesh
of
he
dared
not
guess
what
creature
.
He
sat
up
and
looked
about
.
Merry
was
not
far
away
.
They
were
by
the
banks
of
a
swift
narrow
river
.
Ahead
mountains
loomed
:
a
tall
peak
was
catching
the
first
rays
of
the
sun
.
A
dark
smudge
of
forest
lay
on
the
lower
slopes
before
them
.
There
was
much
shouting
and
debating
among
the
Orcs
;
a
quarrel
seemed
on
the
point
of
breaking
out
again
between
the
Northerners
and
the
Isengarders
.
Some
were
pointing
back
away
south
,
and
some
were
pointing
eastward
.
'Ve
ry
well
,
'
said
Uglúk
.
'
Leave
them
to
me
then
!
No
killing
,
as
I
've
told
you
before
;
but
if
you
want
to
throw
away
what
we
've
come
all
the
way
to
get
,
throw
it
away
!
I
'll
look
after
it
.
