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He
had
passed
beyond
the
torchlight
,
almost
to
a
great
arched
door
at
the
end
of
the
passage
,
the
inner
side
of
the
under
gate
,
as
he
rightly
guessed
,
when
there
came
from
high
above
a
dreadful
choking
shriek
.
He
stopped
short
.
Then
he
heard
feet
coming
.
Someone
was
running
in
great
haste
down
an
echoing
stairway
overhead
.
His
will
was
too
weak
and
slow
to
restrain
his
hand
.
It
dragged
at
the
chain
and
clutched
the
Ring
.
But
Sam
did
not
put
it
on
;
for
even
as
he
clasped
it
to
his
breast
,
an
orc
came
clattering
down
.
Leaping
out
of
a
dark
opening
at
the
right
,
it
ran
towards
him
.
It
was
no
more
than
six
paces
from
him
when
,
lifting
its
head
,
it
saw
him
;
and
Sam
could
hear
its
gasping
breath
and
see
the
glare
in
its
bloodshot
eyes
.
It
stopped
short
aghast
.
For
what
it
saw
was
not
a
small
frightened
hobbit
trying
to
hold
a
steady
sword
:
it
saw
a
great
silent
shape
,
cloaked
in
a
grey
shadow
,
looming
against
the
wavering
light
behind
;
in
one
hand
it
held
a
sword
,
the
very
light
of
which
was
a
bitter
pain
,
the
other
was
clutched
at
its
breast
,
but
held
concealed
some
nameless
menace
of
power
and
doom
.
For
a
moment
the
orc
crouched
,
and
then
with
a
hideous
yelp
of
fear
it
turned
and
fled
back
as
it
had
come
.
Never
was
any
dog
more
heartened
when
its
enemy
turned
tail
than
Sam
at
this
unexpected
flight
.
With
a
shout
he
gave
chase
.
"
Yes
!
The
Elf-warrior
is
loose
!
"
he
cried
.
"
I
'm
coming
.
Just
you
show
me
the
way
up
,
or
I
'll
skin
you
!
"
But
the
orc
was
in
its
own
haunts
,
nimble
and
well-fed
.
Sam
was
a
stranger
,
hungry
and
weary
.
The
stairs
were
high
and
steep
and
winding
.
Sam
's
breath
began
to
come
in
gasps
.
The
orc
had
soon
passed
out
of
sight
,
and
now
only
faintly
could
be
heard
the
slapping
of
its
feet
as
it
went
on
and
up
.
Every
now
and
again
it
gave
a
yell
,
and
the
echo
ran
along
the
walls
.
But
slowly
all
sound
of
it
died
away
.
Sam
plodded
on
.
He
felt
that
he
was
on
the
right
road
,
and
his
spirits
had
risen
a
good
deal
.
He
thrust
the
Ring
away
and
tightened
his
belt
.
"
Well
,
well
!
"
he
said
.
"
If
only
they
all
take
such
a
dislike
to
me
and
my
Sting
,
this
may
turn
out
better
than
I
hoped
.
And
anyway
it
looks
as
if
Shagrat
,
Gorbag
,
and
company
have
done
nearly
all
my
job
for
me
.
Except
for
that
little
frightened
rat
,
I
do
believe
there
's
nobody
left
alive
in
the
place
!
"
And
with
that
he
stopped
,
brought
up
hard
,
as
if
he
had
hit
his
head
against
the
stone
wall
.
The
full
meaning
of
what
he
had
said
struck
him
like
a
blow
.
Nobody
left
alive
!
Whose
had
been
that
horrible
dying
shriek
?
"
Frodo
,
Frodo
!
Master
!
"
he
cried
half
sobbing
.
"
If
they
've
killed
you
,
what
shall
I
do
?
Well
,
I
'm
coming
at
last
,
right
to
the
top
,
to
see
what
I
must
.
"
Up
,
up
he
went
.
It
was
dark
save
for
an
occasional
torch
flaring
at
a
turn
,
or
beside
some
opening
that
led
into
the
higher
levels
of
the
Tower
.
Sam
tried
to
count
the
steps
,
but
after
two
hundred
he
lost
his
reckoning
.
He
was
moving
quietly
now
:
for
he
thought
that
he
could
hear
the
sound
of
voices
talking
,
still
some
way
above
.
More
than
one
rat
remained
alive
,
it
seemed
.
