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"
So
that
's
it
,
is
it
?
"
yelled
Shagrat
.
"
You
'll
do
this
,
and
you
'll
not
do
that
?
And
when
he
does
come
,
you
'll
bolt
and
leave
me
?
No
,
you
wo
n't
!
I
'll
put
red
maggot-holes
in
your
belly
first
.
"
Out
of
the
turret-door
the
smaller
orc
came
flying
.
Behind
him
came
Shagrat
,
a
large
orc
with
long
arms
that
,
as
he
ran
crouching
,
reached
to
the
ground
.
But
one
arm
hung
limp
and
seemed
to
be
bleeding
;
the
other
hugged
a
large
black
bundle
.
In
the
red
glare
Sam
,
cowering
behind
the
stair-door
,
caught
a
glimpse
of
his
evil
face
as
it
passed
:
it
was
scored
as
if
by
rending
claws
and
smeared
with
blood
;
slaver
dripped
from
its
protruding
fangs
;
the
mouth
snarled
like
an
animal
.
As
far
as
Sam
could
see
,
Shagrat
hunted
Snaga
round
the
roof
,
until
ducking
and
eluding
him
the
smaller
orc
with
a
yelp
darted
back
into
the
turret
and
disappeared
.
Then
Shagrat
halted
.
Out
of
the
eastward
door
Sam
could
see
him
now
by
the
parapet
,
panting
,
his
left
claw
clenching
and
unclenching
feebly
.
He
put
the
bundle
on
the
floor
and
with
his
right
claw
drew
out
a
long
red
knife
and
spat
on
it
.
Going
to
the
parapet
he
leaned
over
,
looking
down
into
the
outer
court
far
below
.
Twice
he
shouted
but
no
answer
came
.
Suddenly
,
as
Shagrat
was
stooped
over
the
battlement
,
his
back
to
the
roof-top
,
Sam
to
his
amazement
saw
that
one
of
the
sprawling
bodies
was
moving
.
It
was
crawling
.
It
put
out
a
claw
and
clutched
the
bundle
.
It
staggered
up
.
In
its
other
hand
it
held
a
broad-headed
spear
with
a
short
broken
haft
.
It
was
poised
for
a
stabbing
thrust
.
But
at
that
very
moment
a
hiss
escaped
its
teeth
,
a
gasp
of
pain
or
hate
.
Quick
as
a
snake
Shagrat
slipped
aside
,
twisted
round
,
and
drove
his
knife
into
his
enemy
's
throat
.
"
Got
you
,
Gorbag
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Not
quite
dead
,
eh
?
Well
,
I
'll
finish
my
job
now
.
"
He
sprang
on
to
the
fallen
body
,
and
stamped
and
trampled
it
in
his
fury
,
stooping
now
and
again
to
stab
and
slash
it
with
his
knife
.
Satisfied
at
last
,
he
threw
back
his
head
and
let
out
a
horrible
gurgling
yell
of
triumph
.
Then
he
licked
his
knife
,
and
put
it
between
his
teeth
,
and
catching
up
the
bundle
he
came
loping
towards
the
near
door
of
the
stairs
.
Sam
had
no
time
to
think
.
He
might
have
slipped
out
of
the
other
door
,
but
hardly
without
being
seen
;
and
he
could
not
have
played
hide-and-seek
with
this
hideous
orc
for
long
.
He
did
what
was
probably
the
best
thing
he
could
have
done
.
He
sprang
out
to
meet
Shagrat
with
a
shout
.
He
was
no
longer
holding
the
Ring
,
but
it
was
there
,
a
hidden
power
,
a
cowing
menace
to
the
slaves
of
Mordor
;
and
in
his
hand
was
Sting
,
and
its
light
smote
the
eyes
of
the
orc
like
the
glitter
of
cruel
stars
in
the
terrible
elf-countries
,
the
dream
of
which
was
a
cold
fear
to
all
his
kind
.
And
Shagrat
could
not
both
fight
and
keep
hold
of
his
treasure
.
He
stopped
,
growling
,
baring
his
fangs
.
Then
once
more
,
orc-fashion
,
he
leapt
aside
,
and
as
Sam
sprang
at
him
,
using
the
heavy
bundle
as
both
shield
and
weapon
,
he
thrust
it
hard
into
his
enemy
's
face
.
Sam
staggered
,
and
before
he
could
recover
,
Shagrat
darted
past
and
down
the
stairs
.
Sam
ran
after
him
,
cursing
,
but
he
did
not
go
far
.
Soon
the
thought
of
Frodo
returned
to
him
,
and
he
remembered
that
the
other
orc
had
gone
back
into
the
turret
.
Here
was
another
dreadful
choice
,
and
he
had
no
time
to
ponder
it
.
If
Shagrat
got
away
,
he
would
soon
get
help
and
come
back
.
But
if
Sam
pursued
him
,
the
other
orc
might
do
some
horrible
deed
up
there
.
And
anyway
Sam
might
miss
Shagrat
or
be
killed
by
him
.
He
turned
quickly
and
ran
back
up
the
stairs
.
"
Wrong
again
,
I
expect
,
"
he
sighed
.
"
But
it
's
my
job
to
go
right
up
to
the
top
first
,
whatever
happens
afterwards
.
"
Away
below
Shagrat
went
leaping
down
the
stairs
and
out
over
the
court
and
through
the
gate
,
bearing
his
precious
burden
.
If
Sam
could
have
seen
him
and
known
the
grief
that
his
escape
would
bring
,
he
might
have
quailed
.
But
now
his
mind
was
set
on
the
last
stage
of
his
search
.
He
came
cautiously
to
the
turret-door
and
stepped
inside
.
It
opened
into
darkness
.
But
soon
his
staring
eyes
were
aware
of
a
dim
light
at
his
right
hand
.
It
came
from
an
opening
that
led
to
another
stairway
,
dark
and
narrow
:
it
appeared
to
go
winding
up
the
turret
along
the
inside
of
its
round
outer
wall
.
A
torch
was
glimmering
from
somewhere
up
above
.
