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They
were
a
gang
of
the
smaller
breeds
being
driven
unwilling
to
their
Dark
Lord
's
wars
;
all
they
cared
for
was
to
get
the
march
over
and
escape
the
whip
.
Beside
them
,
running
up
and
down
the
line
,
went
two
of
the
large
fierce
uruks
,
cracking
lashes
and
shouting
.
File
after
file
passed
,
and
the
tell-tale
torchlight
was
already
some
way
ahead
.
Sam
held
his
breath
.
Now
more
than
half
the
line
had
gone
by
.
Then
suddenly
one
of
the
slave-drivers
spied
the
two
figures
by
the
road-side
.
He
flicked
a
whip
at
them
and
yelled
:
"
Hi
,
you
!
Get
up
!
"
They
did
not
answer
,
and
with
a
shout
he
halted
the
whole
company
.
"
Come
on
,
you
slugs
!
"
he
cried
.
"
This
is
no
time
for
slouching
.
"
He
took
a
step
towards
them
,
and
even
in
the
gloom
he
recognized
the
devices
on
their
shields
.
"
Deserting
,
eh
?
"
he
snarled
.
"
Or
thinking
of
it
?
All
your
folk
should
have
been
inside
Udun
before
yesterday
evening
.
You
know
that
.
Up
you
get
and
fall
in
,
or
I
'll
have
your
numbers
and
report
you
.
"
They
struggled
to
their
feet
,
and
keeping
bent
,
limping
like
footsore
soldiers
,
they
shuffled
back
towards
the
rear
of
the
line
.
"
No
,
not
at
the
rear
!
"
the
slave-driver
shouted
.
"
Three
files
up
.
And
stay
there
,
or
you
'll
know
it
,
when
I
come
down
the
line
!
"
He
sent
his
long
whip-lash
cracking
over
their
heads
;
then
with
another
crack
and
a
yell
he
started
the
company
off
again
at
a
brisk
trot
.
It
was
hard
enough
for
poor
Sam
,
tired
as
he
was
;
but
for
Frodo
it
was
a
torment
,
and
soon
a
nightmare
.
He
set
his
teeth
and
tried
to
stop
his
mind
from
thinking
,
and
he
struggled
on
.
The
stench
of
the
sweating
orcs
about
him
was
stifling
,
and
he
began
to
gasp
with
thirst
.
On
,
on
they
went
,
and
he
bent
all
his
will
to
draw
his
breath
and
to
make
his
legs
keep
going
;
and
yet
to
what
evil
end
he
toiled
and
endured
he
did
not
dare
to
think
.
There
was
no
hope
of
falling
out
unseen
:
Now
and
again
the
orc-driver
fell
back
and
jeered
at
them
.
"
There
now
!
"
he
laughed
,
flicking
at
their
legs
.
"
Where
there
's
a
whip
there
's
a
will
,
my
slugs
.
Hold
up
!
I
'd
give
you
a
nice
freshener
now
,
only
you
'll
get
as
much
lash
as
your
skins
will
carry
when
you
come
in
late
to
your
camp
.
Do
you
good
.
Do
n't
you
know
we
're
at
war
?
"
They
had
gone
some
miles
,
and
the
road
was
at
last
running
down
a
long
slope
into
the
plain
,
when
Frodo
's
strength
began
to
give
out
and
his
will
wavered
.
He
lurched
and
stumbled
.
Desperately
Sam
tried
to
help
him
and
hold
him
up
,
though
he
felt
that
he
could
himself
hardly
stay
the
pace
much
longer
.
At
any
moment
now
he
knew
that
the
end
would
come
:
his
master
would
faint
or
fall
,
and
all
would
be
discovered
,
and
their
bitter
efforts
be
in
vain
.
"
I
'll
have
that
big
slave-driving
devil
anyway
,
"
he
thought
.
Then
just
as
he
was
putting
his
hand
to
the
hilt
of
his
sword
,
there
came
an
unexpected
relief
.
They
were
out
on
the
plain
now
and
drawing
near
the
entrance
to
Udun
.
Some
way
in
front
of
it
,
before
the
gate
at
the
bridge-end
,
the
road
from
the
west
converged
with
others
coming
from
the
south
,
and
from
Barad-dur
.
Along
all
the
roads
troops
were
moving
;
for
the
Captains
of
the
West
were
advancing
and
the
Dark
Lord
was
speeding
his
forces
north
.
So
it
chanced
that
several
companies
came
together
at
the
road-meeting
,
in
the
dark
beyond
the
light
of
the
watch-fires
on
the
wall
.
At
once
there
was
great
jostling
and
cursing
as
each
troop
tried
to
get
first
to
the
gate
and
the
ending
of
their
march
.
Though
the
drivers
yelled
and
plied
their
whips
,
scuffles
broke
out
and
some
blades
were
drawn
.
A
troop
of
heavy-armed
uruks
from
Barad-dur
charged
into
the
Durthang
line
and
threw
them
into
confusion
.
Dazed
as
he
was
with
pain
and
weariness
,
Sam
woke
up
,
grasped
quickly
at
his
chance
,
and
threw
himself
to
the
ground
,
dragging
Frodo
down
with
him
.
Orcs
fell
over
them
,
snarling
and
cursing
.
Slowly
on
hand
and
knee
the
hobbits
crawled
away
out
of
the
turmoil
,
until
at
last
unnoticed
they
dropped
over
the
further
edge
of
the
road
.
It
had
a
high
kerb
by
which
troop-leaders
could
guide
themselves
in
black
night
or
fog
,
and
it
was
banked
up
some
feet
above
the
level
of
the
open
land
.
