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They
climbed
on
to
the
causeway
and
trudged
along
,
down
the
hard
cruel
road
that
led
to
the
Dark
Tower
itself
.
But
their
luck
held
,
and
for
the
rest
of
that
day
they
met
no
living
or
moving
thing
;
and
when
night
fell
they
vanished
into
the
darkness
of
Mordor
.
All
the
land
now
brooded
as
at
the
coming
of
a
great
storm
:
for
the
Captains
of
the
West
had
passed
the
Cross-roads
and
set
flames
in
the
deadly
fields
of
Imlad
Morgul
.
So
the
desperate
journey
went
on
,
as
the
Ring
went
south
and
the
banners
of
the
kings
rode
north
.
For
the
hobbits
each
day
,
each
mile
,
was
more
bitter
than
the
one
before
,
as
their
strength
lessened
and
the
land
became
more
evil
.
They
met
no
enemies
by
day
.
At
times
by
night
,
as
they
cowered
or
drowsed
uneasily
in
some
hiding
beside
the
road
,
they
heard
cries
and
the
noise
of
many
feet
or
the
swift
passing
of
some
cruelly
ridden
steed
.
But
far
worse
than
all
such
perils
was
the
ever-approaching
threat
that
beat
upon
them
as
they
went
:
the
dreadful
menace
of
the
Power
that
waited
,
brooding
in
deep
thought
and
sleepless
malice
behind
the
dark
veil
about
its
Throne
.
Nearer
and
nearer
it
drew
,
looming
blacker
,
like
the
oncoming
of
a
wall
of
night
at
the
last
end
of
the
world
.
There
came
at
last
a
dreadful
nightfall
;
and
even
as
the
Captains
of
the
West
drew
near
to
the
end
of
the
living
lands
,
the
two
wanderers
came
to
an
hour
of
blank
despair
.
Four
days
had
passed
since
they
had
escaped
from
the
orcs
,
but
the
time
lay
behind
them
like
an
ever-darkening
dream
.
All
this
last
day
Frodo
had
not
spoken
,
but
had
walked
half-bowed
,
often
stumbling
,
as
if
his
eyes
no
longer
saw
the
way
before
his
feet
.
Sam
guessed
that
among
all
their
pains
he
bore
the
worst
,
the
growing
weight
of
the
Ring
,
a
burden
on
the
body
and
a
torment
to
his
mind
.
Anxiously
Sam
had
noted
how
his
master
's
left
hand
would
often
be
raised
as
if
to
ward
on
a
blow
,
or
to
screen
his
shrinking
eyes
from
a
dreadful
Eye
that
sought
to
look
in
them
.
And
sometimes
his
right
hand
would
creep
to
his
breast
,
clutching
,
and
then
slowly
,
as
the
will
recovered
mastery
,
it
would
be
withdrawn
.
Now
as
the
blackness
of
night
returned
Frodo
sat
,
his
head
between
his
knees
,
his
arms
hanging
wearily
to
the
ground
where
his
hands
lay
feebly
twitching
.
Sam
watched
him
,
till
night
covered
them
both
and
hid
them
from
one
another
.
He
could
no
longer
find
any
words
to
say
;
and
he
turned
to
his
own
dark
thoughts
.
As
for
himself
,
though
weary
and
under
a
shadow
of
fear
,
he
still
had
some
strength
left
.
The
lembas
had
a
virtue
without
which
they
would
long
ago
have
lain
down
to
die
.
It
did
not
satisfy
desire
,
and
at
times
Sam
's
mind
was
filled
with
the
memories
of
food
,
and
the
longing
for
simple
bread
and
meats
.
And
yet
this
waybread
of
the
Elves
had
a
potency
that
increased
as
travellers
relied
on
it
alone
and
did
not
mingle
it
with
other
foods
.
It
fed
the
will
,
and
it
gave
strength
to
endure
,
and
to
master
sinew
and
limb
beyond
the
measure
of
mortal
kind
.
But
now
a
new
decision
must
be
made
.
They
could
not
follow
this
road
any
longer
;
for
it
went
on
eastward
into
the
great
Shadow
,
but
the
Mountain
now
loomed
upon
their
right
,
almost
due
south
,
and
they
must
turn
towards
it
.
Yet
still
before
it
there
stretched
a
wide
region
of
fuming
,
barren
,
ash-ridden
land
.
"
Water
,
water
!
"
muttered
Sam
.
He
had
stinted
himself
,
and
in
his
parched
mouth
his
tongue
seemed
thick
and
swollen
;
but
for
all
his
care
they
now
had
very
little
left
,
perhaps
half
his
bottle
,
and
maybe
there
were
still
days
to
go
.
All
would
long
ago
have
been
spent
,
if
they
had
not
dared
to
follow
the
orc-road
.
For
at
long
intervals
on
that
highway
cisterns
had
been
built
for
the
use
of
troops
sent
in
haste
through
the
waterless
regions
.
In
one
Sam
had
found
some
water
left
,
stale
,
muddied
by
the
orcs
,
but
still
sufficient
for
their
desperate
case
.
Yet
that
was
now
a
day
ago
.
There
was
no
hope
of
any
more
.
At
last
wearied
with
his
cares
Sam
drowsed
,
leaving
the
morrow
till
it
came
;
he
could
do
no
more
.
Dream
and
waking
mingled
uneasily
.
He
saw
lights
like
gloating
yes
,
and
dark
creeping
shapes
,
and
he
heard
noises
as
of
wild
beasts
or
the
dreadful
cries
of
tortured
things
;
and
he
would
start
up
to
find
the
world
all
dark
and
only
empty
blackness
all
about
him
.
Once
only
,
as
he
stood
and
stared
wildly
round
,
did
it
seem
that
,
though
now
awake
,
he
could
still
see
pale
lights
like
eyes
;
but
soon
they
flickered
and
vanished
.
The
hateful
night
passed
slowly
and
reluctantly
.
Such
daylight
as
followed
was
dim
;
for
here
as
the
Mountain
drew
near
the
air
was
ever
mirky
,
while
out
from
the
Dark
Tower
there
crept
the
veils
of
Shadow
that
Sauron
wove
about
himself
.
Frodo
was
lying
on
his
back
not
moving
.
Sam
stood
beside
him
,
reluctant
to
speak
,
and
yet
knowing
that
the
word
now
lay
with
him
:
he
must
set
his
master
's
will
to
work
for
another
effort
.
At
length
,
stooping
and
caressing
Frodo
's
brow
,
he
spoke
in
his
ear
.
