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'N
azgûl
,
Nazgûl
,
'
said
Grishnákh
,
shivering
and
licking
his
lips
,
as
if
the
word
had
a
foul
taste
that
he
savoured
painfully
.
'
You
speak
of
what
is
deep
beyond
the
reach
of
your
muddy
dreams
,
Uglúk
,
'
he
said
.
'N
azgûl
!
Ah
!
All
that
they
make
out
!
One
day
you
'll
wish
that
you
had
not
said
that
.
Ape
!
'
he
snarled
fiercely
.
'
You
ought
to
know
that
they
're
the
apple
of
the
Great
Eye
.
But
the
winged
Nazgûl
:
not
yet
,
not
yet
.
He
wo
n't
let
them
show
themselves
across
the
Great
River
yet
,
not
too
soon
.
They
're
for
the
War-and
other
purposes
.
'
'
You
seem
to
know
a
lot
,
'
said
Uglúk
.
'M
ore
than
is
good
for
you
,
I
guess
.
Perhaps
those
in
Lugbúrz
might
wonder
how
,
and
why
.
But
in
the
meantime
the
Uruk-hai
of
Isengard
can
do
the
dirty
work
,
as
usual
.
Do
n't
stand
slavering
there
!
Get
your
rabble
together
!
The
other
swine
are
legging
it
to
the
forest
.
You
'd
better
follow
.
You
would
n't
get
back
to
the
Great
River
alive
.
Right
off
the
mark
!
Now
!
I
'll
be
on
your
heels
.
'
The
Isengarders
seized
Merry
and
Pippin
again
and
slung
them
on
their
backs
.
Then
the
troop
started
off
.
Hour
after
hour
they
ran
,
pausing
now
and
again
only
to
sling
the
hobbits
to
fresh
carriers
.
Either
because
they
were
quicker
and
hardier
,
or
because
of
some
plan
of
Grishnákh
's
,
the
Isengarders
gradually
passed
through
the
Orcs
of
Mordor
,
and
Grishnákh
's
folk
closed
in
behind
.
Soon
they
were
gaining
also
on
the
Northerners
ahead
.
The
forest
began
to
draw
nearer
.
Pippin
was
bruised
and
torn
,
his
aching
head
was
grated
by
the
filthy
jowl
and
hairy
ear
of
the
Orc
that
held
him
.
Immediately
in
front
were
bowed
backs
,
and
tough
thick
legs
going
up
and
down
,
up
and
down
,
unresting
,
as
if
they
were
made
of
wire
and
horn
,
beating
out
the
nightmare
seconds
of
an
endless
time
.
In
the
afternoon
Uglúk
's
troop
overtook
the
Northerners
.
They
were
flagging
in
the
rays
of
the
bright
sun
,
winter
sun
shining
in
a
pale
cool
sky
though
it
was
;
their
heads
were
down
and
their
tongues
lolling
out
.
'M
aggots
!
'
jeered
the
Isengarders
.
'
You
're
cooked
.
The
Whiteskins
will
catch
you
and
eat
you
.
They
're
coming
!
'
A
cry
from
Grishnákh
showed
that
this
was
not
mere
jest
.
Horsemen
,
riding
very
swiftly
,
had
indeed
been
sighted
:
still
far
behind
,
but
gaining
on
the
Orcs
,
gaining
on
them
like
a
tide
over
the
flats
on
folk
straying
in
a
quicksand
.
The
Isengarders
began
to
run
with
a
redoubled
pace
that
astonished
Pippin
,
a
terrific
spurt
it
seemed
for
the
end
of
a
race
.
Then
he
saw
that
the
sun
was
sinking
,
falling
behind
the
Misty
Mountains
;
shadows
reached
over
the
land
.
The
soldiers
of
Mordor
lifted
their
heads
and
also
began
to
put
on
speed
.
The
forest
was
dark
and
close
.
Already
they
had
passed
a
few
outlying
trees
.
The
land
was
beginning
to
slope
upwards
.
ever
more
steeply
;
but
the
Orcs
did
not
halt
.
Both
Uglúk
and
Grishnákh
shouted
,
spurring
them
on
to
a
last
effort
.
'
They
will
make
it
yet
.
They
will
escape
,
'
thought
Pippin
.
And
then
he
managed
to
twist
his
neck
.
so
as
to
glance
back
with
one
eye
over
his
shoulder
.
He
saw
that
riders
away
eastward
were
already
level
with
the
Orcs
,
galloping
over
the
plain
.
The
sunset
gilded
their
spears
and
helmets
,
and
glinted
in
their
pale
flowing
hair
.
They
were
hemming
the
Orcs
in
,
preventing
them
from
scattering
,
and
driving
them
along
the
line
of
the
river
.
