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"
Wake
up
,
Master
!
"
he
said
.
"
Time
for
another
start
.
"
As
if
roused
by
a
sudden
bell
,
Frodo
rose
quickly
,
and
stood
up
and
looked
away
southwards
;
but
when
his
eyes
beheld
the
Mountain
and
the
desert
he
quailed
again
.
"
I
ca
n't
manage
it
,
Sam
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
such
a
weight
to
carry
,
such
a
weight
.
"
Sam
knew
before
he
spoke
,
that
it
was
vain
,
and
that
such
words
might
do
more
harm
than
good
,
but
in
his
pity
he
could
not
keep
silent
.
"
Then
let
me
carry
it
a
bit
for
you
,
Master
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
know
I
would
,
and
gladly
,
as
long
as
I
have
any
strength
.
"
A
wild
light
came
into
Frodo
's
eyes
.
"
Stand
away
!
Do
n't
touch
me
!
"
he
cried
.
"
It
is
mine
,
I
say
.
Be
off
!
"
His
hand
strayed
to
his
sword-hilt
.
But
then
quickly
his
voice
changed
.
"
No
,
no
,
Sam
,
"
he
said
sadly
.
"
But
you
must
understand
.
It
is
my
burden
,
and
no
one
else
can
bear
it
.
It
is
too
late
now
,
Sam
dear
.
You
ca
n't
help
me
in
that
way
again
.
I
am
almost
in
its
power
now
.
I
could
not
give
it
up
,
and
if
you
tried
to
take
it
I
should
go
mad
.
"
Sam
nodded
.
"
I
understand
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
I
've
been
thinking
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
there
's
other
things
we
might
do
without
.
Why
not
lighten
the
load
a
bit
?
We
're
going
that
way
now
,
as
straight
as
we
can
make
it
.
"
He
pointed
to
the
Mountain
.
"
It
's
no
good
taking
anything
we
're
not
sure
to
need
.
"
Frodo
looked
again
towards
the
Mountain
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
sha
n't
need
much
on
that
road
.
And
at
its
end
nothing
.
"
Picking
up
his
orc-shield
he
flung
it
away
and
threw
his
helmet
after
it
.
Then
pulling
off
the
grey
cloak
he
undid
the
heavy
belt
and
let
it
fall
to
the
ground
,
and
the
sheathed
sword
with
it
.
The
shreds
of
the
black
cloak
he
tore
off
and
scattered
.
"
There
,
I
'll
be
an
orc
no
more
,
"
he
cried
,
"
and
I
'll
bear
no
weapon
fair
or
foul
.
Let
them
take
me
,
if
they
will
!
"
Sam
did
likewise
,
and
put
aside
his
orc-gear
;
and
he
took
out
all
the
things
in
his
pack
.
Somehow
each
of
them
had
become
dear
to
him
,
if
only
because
he
had
borne
them
so
far
with
so
much
toil
.
Hardest
of
all
it
was
to
part
with
his
cooking-gear
.
Tears
welled
in
his
eyes
at
the
thought
of
casting
it
away
.
