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All
at
once
,
when
he
felt
that
he
could
pump
out
no
more
breath
,
nor
force
his
knees
to
bend
again
,
the
stair
ended
.
He
stood
still
.
The
voices
were
now
loud
and
near
.
Sam
peered
about
.
He
had
climbed
right
to
the
flat
roof
of
the
third
and
highest
tier
of
the
Tower
:
an
open
space
,
about
twenty
yards
across
,
with
a
low
parapet
.
There
the
stair
was
covered
by
a
small
domed
chamber
in
the
midst
of
the
roof
,
with
low
doors
facing
east
and
west
.
Eastward
Sam
could
see
the
plain
of
Mordor
vast
and
dark
below
,
and
the
burning
mountain
far
away
.
A
fresh
turmoil
was
surging
in
its
deep
wells
,
and
the
rivers
of
fire
blazed
so
fiercely
that
even
at
this
distance
of
many
miles
the
light
of
them
lit
the
tower-top
with
a
red
glare
.
Westward
the
view
was
blocked
by
the
base
of
the
great
turret
that
stood
at
the
back
of
this
upper
court
and
reared
its
horn
high
above
the
crest
of
the
encircling
hills
.
Light
gleamed
in
a
window-slit
.
Its
door
was
not
ten
yards
from
where
Sam
stood
.
It
was
open
but
dark
,
and
from
just
within
its
shadow
the
voices
came
.
At
first
Sam
did
not
listen
;
he
took
a
pace
out
of
the
eastward
door
and
looked
about
.
At
once
he
saw
that
up
here
the
fighting
had
been
fiercest
.
All
the
court
was
choked
with
dead
orcs
or
their
severed
and
scattered
heads
and
limbs
.
The
place
stank
of
death
.
A
snarl
followed
by
a
blow
and
a
cry
sent
him
darting
back
into
hiding
.
An
orc-voice
rose
in
anger
,
and
he
knew
it
again
at
once
,
harsh
,
brutal
,
cold
.
It
was
Shagrat
speaking
,
Captain
of
the
Tower
.
"
You
wo
n't
go
again
,
you
say
?
Curse
you
,
Snaga
,
you
little
maggot
!
If
you
think
I
'm
so
damaged
that
it
's
safe
to
flout
me
,
you
're
mistaken
.
Come
here
,
and
I
'll
squeeze
your
eyes
out
,
like
I
did
to
Radbug
just
now
.
And
when
some
new
lads
come
,
I
'll
deal
with
you
:
I
'll
send
you
to
Shelob
.
"
"
They
wo
n't
come
,
not
before
you
're
dead
anyway
,
"
answered
Snaga
surlily
.
"
I
've
told
you
twice
that
Gorbag
's
swine
got
to
the
gate
first
,
and
none
of
ours
got
out
.
Lagduf
and
Muzgash
ran
through
,
but
they
were
shot
.
I
saw
it
from
a
window
,
I
tell
you
.
And
they
were
the
last
.
"
"
Then
you
must
go
.
I
must
stay
here
anyway
.
But
I
'm
hurt
.
The
Black
Pits
take
that
filthy
rebel
Gorbag
!
"
Shagrat
's
voice
trailed
off
into
a
string
of
foul
names
and
curses
.
"
I
gave
him
better
than
I
got
,
but
he
knifed
me
,
the
dung
,
before
I
throttled
him
.
You
must
go
,
or
I
'll
eat
you
.
News
must
get
through
to
Lugburz
,
or
we
'll
both
be
for
the
Black
Pits
.
Yes
,
you
too
.
You
wo
n't
escape
by
skulking
here
.
"
"
I
'm
not
going
down
those
stairs
again
,
"
growled
Snaga
,
"
be
you
captain
or
no
.
Nar
!
Keep
your
hands
off
your
knife
,
or
I
'll
put
an
arrow
in
your
guts
.
You
wo
n't
be
a
captain
long
when
they
hear
about
all
these
goings-on
.
I
've
fought
for
the
Tower
against
those
stinking
Morgul-rats
,
but
a
nice
mess
you
two
precious
captains
have
made
of
things
,
fighting
over
the
swag
.
"
"
That
's
enough
from
you
,
"
snarled
Shagrat
.
"
I
had
my
orders
.
It
was
Gorbag
started
it
,
trying
to
pinch
that
pretty
shirt
.
"
"
Well
,
you
put
his
back
up
,
being
so
high
and
mighty
.
And
he
had
more
sense
than
you
anyway
.
He
told
you
more
than
once
that
the
most
dangerous
of
these
spies
was
still
loose
,
and
you
would
n't
listen
.
And
you
wo
n't
listen
now
.
Gorbag
was
right
,
I
tell
you
.
There
's
a
great
fighter
about
,
one
of
those
bloody-handed
Elves
,
or
one
of
the
filthy
tarks
.1
He
's
coming
here
,
I
tell
you
.
You
heard
the
bell
.
He
's
got
past
the
Watchers
,
and
that
's
tark
's
work
.
He
's
on
the
stairs
.
And
until
he
's
off
them
,
I
'm
not
going
down
.
Not
if
you
were
a
Nazgûl
,
I
would
n't
.
"
