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'
I
find
it
quite
easy
to
believe
,
'
said
Merry
.
'
But
you
have
n't
got
your
prey
home
yet
.
And
it
does
n't
seem
to
be
going
your
way
,
whatever
happens
.
If
we
come
to
Isengard
,
it
wo
n't
be
the
great
Grishnákh
that
benefits
:
Saruman
will
take
all
that
he
can
find
.
If
you
want
anything
for
yourself
,
now
's
the
time
to
do
a
deal
.
'
Grishnákh
began
to
lose
his
temper
.
The
name
of
Saruman
seemed
specially
to
enrage
him
.
Time
was
passing
and
the
disturbance
was
dying
down
.
Uglúk
or
the
Isengarders
might
return
at
any
minute
.
'
Have
you
got
it
-
either
of
you
?
'
he
snarled
.
'
Gollum
,
gollum
!
'
said
Pippin
.
'
Untie
our
legs
!
'
said
Merry
.
They
felt
the
Orc
's
arms
trembling
violently
.
'
Curse
you
,
you
filthy
little
vermin
!
'
he
hissed
.
'
Untie
your
legs
?
I
'll
untie
every
string
in
your
bodies
.
Do
you
think
I
ca
n't
search
you
to
the
bones
?
Search
you
!
I
'll
cut
you
both
to
quivering
shreds
.
I
do
n't
need
the
help
of
your
legs
to
get
you
away-and
have
you
all
to
myself
!
'
Suddenly
he
seized
them
.
The
strength
in
his
long
arms
and
shoulders
was
terrifying
.
He
tucked
them
one
under
each
armpit
,
and
crushed
them
fiercely
to
his
sides
;
a
great
stifling
hand
was
clapped
over
each
of
their
mouths
.
Then
he
sprang
forward
,
stooping
low
.
Quickly
and
silently
he
went
,
until
he
came
to
the
edge
of
the
knoll
.
There
,
choosing
a
gap
between
the
watchers
,
he
passed
like
an
evil
shadow
out
into
the
night
,
down
the
slope
and
away
westward
towards
the
river
that
flowed
out
of
the
forest
.
In
that
direction
there
was
a
wide
open
space
with
only
one
fire
.
After
going
a
dozen
yards
he
halted
,
peering
and
listening
.
Nothing
could
be
seen
or
heard
.
He
crept
slowly
on
,
bent
almost
double
.
Then
he
squatted
and
listened
again
.
Then
he
stood
up
,
as
if
to
risk
a
sudden
dash
.
At
that
very
moment
the
dark
form
of
a
rider
loomed
up
right
in
front
of
him
.
A
horse
snorted
and
reared
.
A
man
called
out
.
Grishnákh
flung
himself
on
the
ground
flat
,
dragging
the
hobbits
under
him
;
then
he
drew
his
sword
.
No
doubt
he
meant
to
kill
his
captives
,
rather
than
allow
them
to
escape
or
to
be
rescued
;
but
it
was
his
undoing
.
The
sword
rang
faintly
,
and
glinted
a
little
in
the
light
of
the
fire
away
to
his
left
.
An
arrow
came
whistling
out
of
the
gloom
:
it
was
aimed
with
skill
,
or
guided
by
fate
,
and
it
pierced
his
right
hand
.
He
dropped
the
sword
and
shrieked
.
There
was
a
quick
beat
of
hoofs
,
and
even
as
Grishnákh
leaped
up
and
ran
,
he
was
ridden
down
and
a
spear
passed
through
him
.
He
gave
a
hideous
shivering
cry
and
lay
still
.
