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Sam
drew
a
deep
breath
.
There
was
a
path
,
but
how
he
was
to
get
up
the
slope
to
it
he
did
not
know
.
First
he
must
ease
his
aching
back
.
He
lay
flat
beside
Frodo
for
a
while
.
Neither
spoke
.
Slowly
the
light
grew
.
Suddenly
a
sense
of
urgency
which
he
did
not
understand
came
to
Sam
.
It
was
almost
as
if
he
had
been
called
:
"
Now
,
now
,
or
it
will
be
too
late
!
"
He
braced
himself
and
got
up
.
Frodo
also
seemed
to
have
felt
the
call
.
He
struggled
to
his
knees
.
"
I
'll
crawl
,
Sam
,
"
he
gasped
.
So
foot
by
foot
,
like
small
grey
insects
,
they
crept
up
the
slope
.
They
came
to
the
path
and
found
that
it
was
broad
,
paved
with
broken
rubble
and
beaten
ash
.
Frodo
clambered
on
to
it
,
and
then
moved
as
if
by
some
compulsion
he
turned
slowly
to
face
the
East
.
Far
off
the
shadows
of
Sauron
hung
;
but
torn
by
some
gust
of
wind
out
of
the
world
,
or
else
moved
by
some
great
disquiet
within
,
the
mantling
clouds
swirled
,
and
for
a
moment
drew
aside
;
and
then
he
saw
,
rising
black
,
blacker
and
darker
than
the
vast
shades
amid
which
it
stood
,
the
cruel
pinnacles
and
iron
crown
of
the
topmost
tower
of
Barad-dur
.
One
moment
only
it
stared
out
,
but
as
from
some
great
window
immeasurably
high
there
stabbed
northward
a
flame
of
red
,
the
flicker
of
a
piercing
Eye
;
and
then
the
shadows
were
furled
again
and
the
terrible
vision
was
removed
.
The
Eye
was
not
turned
to
them
:
it
was
gazing
north
to
where
the
Captains
of
the
West
stood
at
bay
,
and
thither
all
its
malice
was
now
bent
,
as
the
Power
moved
to
strike
its
deadly
blow
;
but
Frodo
at
that
dreadful
glimpse
fell
as
one
stricken
mortally
.
His
hand
sought
the
chain
about
his
neck
.
Sam
knelt
by
him
.
Faint
,
almost
inaudibly
,
he
heard
Frodo
whispering
:
"
Help
me
,
Sam
!
Help
me
,
Sam
!
Hold
my
hand
!
I
ca
n't
stop
it
.
"
Sam
took
his
master
's
hands
and
laid
them
together
,
palm
to
palm
,
and
kissed
them
;
and
then
he
held
them
gently
between
his
own
.
The
thought
came
suddenly
to
him
:
"
He
's
spotted
us
!
It
's
all
up
,
or
it
soon
will
be
.
Now
,
Sam
Gamgee
,
this
is
the
end
of
ends
.
"
Again
he
lifted
Frodo
and
drew
his
hands
down
to
his
own
breast
.
letting
his
master
's
legs
dangle
.
Then
he
bowed
his
head
and
struggled
off
along
the
climbing
road
.
It
was
not
as
easy
a
way
to
take
as
it
had
looked
at
first
.
By
fortune
the
fires
that
had
poured
forth
in
the
great
turmoils
when
Sam
stood
upon
Cirith
Ungol
had
flowed
down
mainly
on
the
southern
and
western
slopes
,
and
the
road
on
this
side
was
not
blocked
.
Yet
in
many
places
it
had
crumbled
away
or
was
crossed
by
gaping
rents
.
After
climbing
eastward
for
some
time
it
bent
back
upon
itself
at
a
sharp
angle
and
went
westward
for
a
space
.
There
at
the
bend
it
was
cut
deep
through
a
crag
of
old
weathered
stone
once
long
ago
vomited
from
the
Mountain
's
furnaces
.
Panting
under
his
load
Sam
turned
the
bend
;
and
even
as
he
did
so
,
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
,
he
had
a
glimpse
of
something
falling
from
the
crag
,
like
a
small
piece
of
black
stone
that
had
toppled
off
as
he
passed
.
A
sudden
weight
smote
him
and
he
crashed
forward
,
tearing
the
backs
of
his
hands
that
still
clasped
his
master
's
.
Then
he
knew
what
had
happened
,
for
above
him
as
he
lay
he
heard
a
hated
voice
.
"
Wicked
masster
!
"
it
hissed
.
"
Wicked
masster
cheats
us
;
cheats
Sméagol
,
gollum
.
He
musst
n't
go
that
way
.
He
musst
n't
hurt
Preciouss
.
Give
it
to
Sméagol
,
yess
,
give
it
to
us
!
Give
it
to
uss
!
"
