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There
was
another
long
silence
.
Sam
broke
it
again
,
but
with
a
whisper
this
time
.
"
Did
you
hear
what
they
said
about
that
gobbler
,
Mr.
Frodo
?
I
told
you
Gollum
was
n't
dead
yet
,
did
n't
I
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
remember
.
And
I
wondered
how
you
knew
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Well
come
now
!
I
think
we
had
better
not
move
out
from
here
again
,
until
it
has
gone
quite
dark
.
So
you
shall
tell
me
how
you
know
,
and
all
about
what
happened
.
If
you
can
do
it
quietly
.
"
"
I
'll
try
,
"
said
Sam
,
"
but
when
I
think
of
that
Stinker
I
get
so
hot
l
could
shout
.
"
There
the
hobbits
sat
under
the
cover
of
the
thorny
bush
,
while
the
drear
light
of
Mordor
faded
slowly
into
a
deep
and
starless
night
;
and
Sam
spoke
into
Frodo
's
ear
all
that
he
could
find
words
for
of
Gollum
's
treacherous
attack
,
the
horror
of
Shelob
,
and
his
own
adventures
with
the
orcs
.
When
he
had
finished
,
Frodo
said
nothing
but
took
Sam
's
hand
and
pressed
it
.
At
length
he
stirred
.
"
Well
,
I
suppose
we
must
be
going
on
again
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
wonder
how
long
it
will
be
before
we
really
are
caught
and
all
the
toiling
and
the
slinking
will
be
over
,
and
in
vain
.
"
He
stood
up
.
"
It
's
dark
,
and
we
can
not
use
the
Lady
's
glass
.
Keep
it
safe
for
me
,
Sam
.
I
have
nowhere
to
keep
it
now
,
except
in
my
hand
,
and
I
shall
need
both
hands
in
the
blind
night
.
But
Sting
I
give
to
you
.
I
have
got
an
orc-blade
,
but
I
do
not
think
it
will
be
my
part
to
strike
any
blow
again
.
"
It
was
difficult
and
dangerous
moving
in
the
night
in
the
pathless
land
;
but
slowly
and
with
much
stumbling
the
two
hobbits
toiled
on
hour
by
hour
northward
along
the
eastern
edge
of
the
stony
valley
.
When
a
grey
light
crept
back
over
the
western
heights
,
long
after
day
had
opened
in
the
lands
beyond
,
they
went
into
hiding
again
and
slept
a
little
,
turn
by
turn
.
In
his
times
of
waking
Sam
was
busy
with
thoughts
of
food
.
At
last
when
Frodo
roused
himself
and
spoke
of
eating
and
making
ready
for
yet
another
effort
,
he
asked
the
question
that
was
troubling
him
most
.
"
Begging
your
pardon
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
have
you
any
notion
how
far
there
is
still
to
go
?
"
"
No
,
not
any
clear
notion
,
Sam
,
"
Frodo
answered
.
"
In
Rivendell
before
I
set
out
I
was
shown
a
map
of
Mordor
that
was
made
before
the
Enemy
came
back
here
;
but
I
only
remember
it
vaguely
.
I
remember
clearest
that
there
was
a
place
in
the
north
where
the
western
range
and
the
northern
range
send
out
spurs
that
nearly
meet
.
That
must
be
twenty
leagues
at
least
from
the
bridge
back
by
the
Tower
.
It
might
be
a
good
point
at
which
to
cross
.
But
of
course
,
if
we
get
there
,
we
shall
be
further
than
we
were
from
the
Mountain
,
sixty
miles
from
it
,
I
should
think
.
I
guess
that
we
have
gone
about
twelve
leagues
north
from
the
bridge
now
.
Even
if
all
goes
well
,
I
could
hardly
reach
the
Mountain
in
a
week
.
I
am
afraid
,
Sam
,
that
the
burden
will
get
very
heavy
,
and
I
shall
go
still
slower
as
we
get
nearer
.
"
Sam
sighed
.
"
That
's
just
as
I
feared
,
"
he
said
.
