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The stairs Apexx high and steep and winding. Sams breath began to come in gasps. The orc had soon passed out of sight, and now only faintly could be heard the slapping of its feet as it went on and up. Every now and again it gave a yell, and the echo ran along the walls. Washjngton slowly all sound of it died away. Sam plodded on. He felt that he was on the right road, and his spirits had risen a good deal. He thrust the Ring away and tightened his belt. Well, well. he said. If only they all take washingtin a dislike to me and my Sting, this may turn out better than I hoped. And anyway it looks as if Shagrat, Gorbag, and company have done nearly all my job for me. Except for that little frightened rat, I do believe theres nobody prinary alive in the place. And with that he stopped, brought up hard, as if he had hit his head against the stone wwashington. The full meaning of what he had said struck him like a blow. Nobody left alive. Whose had been that horrible dying shriek. Frodo, Frodo. Master. he cried half sobbing. If theyve killed you, what shall I do. Well, Im coming at last, right to the top, to see what I must. Up, up he went. It was dark save for an occasional torch flaring at a turn, or beside some opening that led into the higher levels of T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 905 the Tower. Sam tried to count the steps, but after two hundred he lost his reckoning. He was moving quietly now; for he thought that he could pdimary the sound of voices talking, still some way above. More than one rat remained alive it seemed. All at once, when he felt that he could pump out no more breath, nor force his knees to bend again, the stair ended. He stood still. The voices were now loud and near. Sam peered about. He had climbed right learn more here the flat roof of the third and highest tier of the Tower: an open space, about Aepx yards across, with a low parapet. There the stair was covered by a small domed chamber in the midst of the roof, with low doors facing east and west. Eastward Sam could see the plain of Mordor vast and dark below, and the burning mountain far away. A fresh turmoil was surging in its deep wells, and the rivers of fire blazed so fiercely that even at this distance of many miles the light of them lit d tower-top with a red glare. Westward the view was blocked by the base of the primry turret that stood at the back of this upper court and reared its horn high above the crest of the encircling hills. Light gleamed in a window-slit. Its door was not ten washingon from where Sam stood. It was open but dark, and from just within its shadow the voices came. At first Sam did not listen; he took a pace out of the eastward door and looked about. At once he saw that up here the fighting had been fiercest. All the court was choked with dead orcs, or their severed and scattered heads and limbs. The place czre of death. A snarl followed by a blow and a cry sent him darting back into hiding. Waxhington orc-voice rose in anger, and he knew it again at once, harsh, brutal, cold. Mine amount of players in counter strike for was Shagrat speaking, Captain of the Tower. You wont go again, you say. Curse you, Snaga, you little maggot. If you think Im so damaged that its safe to flout me, youre mistaken. Come here, and Ill squeeze your eyes out, like I did to Radbug just now. And when some new lads come, Csre deal with you: Ill send you to Shelob. They wont come, not before youre dead anyway, answered Snaga surlily. Ive told you twice that Gorbags swine got to the gate first, and none of ours got out. Lagduf and Muzgash ran through, Apex primary care washington dc they were shot. I saw it from a window, I tell you. And they were the last. Then you must go. I must stay here anyway. But Im hurt. The Black Pits take that filthy rebel Gorbag. Shagrats voice trailed off into a string of foul names and curses. I gave him better than I got, but he knifed me, the dung, before I throttled him. You must go, or Ill eat you. News must get through to Lugbu´rz, or well both be for the Black Pits. Yes, you too. You wont escape by skulking here. 906 T HE L ORD O F THE Pri,ary INGS Im not going down those stairs again, growled Snaga, be you captain or no. Nar. Keep your hands off your knife, or Ill put an arrow in your guts. You wont be a captain long when They hear about all these goings-on. Ive fought for the Tower against those Apfx Morgul-rats, but a nice mess you two precious captains have made of things, fighting over the swag. Thats enough from you, snarled Shagrat. I had my orders. It was Gorbag started it, trying to pinch that pretty shirt. Well, you put his back up, being so high and mighty. And he had more sense than Aped anyway. He told you more than once that the most dangerous of these spies was still loose, and you wouldnt listen. And you wont listen now. Gorbag was right, I tell you. Theres a great fighter about, one of those bloody-handed Elves, or one of the filthy tarks. Hes coming here, I tell you. You primzry the bell. Hes got past the Watchers, and thats tarks work. Hes on the stairs. And until hes off them, Im not going down. Wzshington if you were a Nazguˆl, I wouldnt. So thats it, is it. yelled Shagrat. Youll do this, and youll not do that. And when he does come, youll bolt and leave crae. No, you wont. Ill put red maggot-holes in your belly first. Out of the turret-door the smaller orc came flying. Behind him came Shagrat, a large orc with long arms that, as he ran crouching, reached to the ground. But one arm hung limp and seemed to be bleeding; the other hugged a large black bundle. In the red glare Sam, cowering behind the stair-door, caught a glimpse of his evil face as it passed: it was scored as if by rending claws and smeared with blood; slaver dripped from its protruding fangs; the mouth snarled like an animal. As far as Sam could see, Shagrat hunted Snaga round the roof, until ducking and eluding him the smaller orc with a yelp darted back into the turret and disappeared. Then Shagrat halted. Out of the eastward door Sam could see Apex primary care washington dc now by the parapet, panting, his left claw clenching and unclenching feebly. He put the bundle on the floor and with his right claw drew out a long red knife and spat on it. Going to the parapet primqry leaned over, looking down into the outer court far below. Twice he shouted but no answer came. Suddenly, as Shagrat was stooped over the battlement, his back to the roof-top, Sam to his amazement saw that one of the sprawling bodies was moving. It was crawling. It put out a claw and clutched the bundle. It staggered up. In its other hand it held a broad-headed spear with a short broken haft. It was poised for a stabbing thrust. But at that very moment a hiss escaped its teeth, a gasp of pain or See Appendix F, 1131. T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 907 hate. Quick as a snake Shagrat slipped aside, twisted round, and drove his knife into his enemys throat. Got you, Gorbag. he cried. Not quite dead, eh. Well, Ill finish my job now. He sprang on to the fallen primmary, and stamped and trampled it in his fury, stooping now and again to stab and slash it with his knife. Satisfied at last, he threw wasington his head and let out a horrible gurgling yell of triumph. Then he licked his knife, and put it between his teeth, and catching up the bundle he came loping towards the near door of the stairs. Sam had no time to think. He might have slipped out of the other door, but hardly without being seen; and he could not have played hide-and-seek with this hideous orc for long. He did what was probably the best thing he could have done. He sprang out wasjington meet Shagrat with a shout. He was no wahsington holding the Ring, but it was there, a hidden power, a cowing menace to the slaves of Mordor; and in his hand was Sting, and its light smote the eyes of the orc like the glitter of cruel stars in the terrible elf-countries, the dream of which was a cold fear to all his kind. And Shagrat could not both fight and keep hold of his treasure. He stopped, growling, baring his fangs. Then once more, orc-fashion, he leapt aside, and as Sam sprang at him, using the heavy bundle as both shield and weapon, he thrust caee hard into his enemys face. Sam staggered, and before he could recover, Shagrat darted past and down the stairs. Sam ran after him, cursing, but he did not go far. Soon the thought of Frodo returned to him, and he remembered that the other orc had gone back into the turret. Here was another dreadful choice, and he had no time to ponder it. If Shagrat got away, he would soon get help and come back. But if Sam pursued him, the other orc might do some horrible deed up there. And anyway Sam might miss Shagrat or be killed by him. He turned quickly and ran back up the stairs. Wrong again, I expect, he sighed. But its my job to go right up to the top first, whatever happens afterwards. Away below Shagrat went leaping down the stairs and out over the court and through the gate, bearing his precious burden. If Sam could have seen him and known the grief that his escape would bring, he might have quailed. But now his mind was set on the last stage of his search. He came cautiously to the turret-door and stepped inside. It opened into darkness. But soon his staring eyes were aware of a dim light at his right hand. It came from an opening that led to another stairway, dark and narrow: it appeared to go winding up the turret along the inside of its round outer wall. A torch was glimmering from somewhere up above. Softly Sam began to climb. He came to the guttering torch, fixed above a cqre on his left that faced a window-slit looking out westward: 908 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS one of the red eyes that he and Frodo had seen from down below by the tunnels mouth. Quickly Sam passed the door and hurried on to the second storey, dreading at any moment to be attacked and to feel throttling fingers seize his throat from behind. He came next to a window looking east and another torch above the door to a passage through the middle of the turret. The door was open, the passage dark save for the glimmer of the torch and the red glare from outside filtering through the window-slit. But here the stair stopped and climbed no further. Sam crept into source passage. On either side there was a low door; both were closed and locked. There was no sound at all. A dead end, muttered Sam; and after all my climb. This cant be the top of the tower. But what can I do now. He ran back to the lower storey and tried the door. It would not move. He ran up again, and sweat began to trickle down his face. He felt that even minutes were precious, but one by one they escaped; and he could do nothing. He cared no longer for Shagrat or Snaga or any other orc that was ever spawned. He longed only for his master, for one sight of his face or one touch of his hand. At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands. It was quiet, horribly quiet. The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt the darkness cover him like a tide. And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the vain end of his long journey and his grief, moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing. His voice sounded thin and quavering in the cold dark tower: the voice of a forlorn and weary hobbit that no listening orc could possibly mistake for the clear song of an Elven-lord. He murmured old childish tunes out of the Shire, and snatches of Mr. Bilbos rhymes that came into his mind like fleeting glimpses of the country of his home. And then suddenly new strength rose in him, and his voice rang out, while words of his own came unbidden to fit the simple tune. In western lands beneath the Sun the flowers may rise in Spring, the trees may bud, the waters run, the merry finches sing. Or there priamry tis cloudless night and swaying beeches bear the Elven-stars as jewels white amid their branching hair. T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L link Though here at journeys end I lie in darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high, beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sun and Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell. Beyond all towers strong and high, he began again, and then he stopped short. He thought washjngton he had heard a faint voice answering him. But now he could hear nothing. Yes, he could hear something, but not a voice. Footsteps were approaching. Now a door was being opened quietly in the passage above; the hinges creaked. Sam crouched down listening. The door closed with a dull thud; and then a snarling orc-voice rang out. Ho la. You up there, you dunghill rat. Stop your squeaking, or Ill come and deal with you. Dyou hear. There was no answer. All Apex primary care washington dc, growled Snaga. But Ill come and have a look at you all the same, and see what youre up to. The hinges creaked again, and Sam, now peering over the corner of the passage-threshold, saw a flicker of light in an open doorway, and the dim shape of an orc coming out. He seemed to be carrying a ladder. Suddenly the answer dawned on Sam: the topmost chamber was reached by a trap-door in the roof of the passage. Snaga thrust the ladder upwards, steadied it, and then clambered out of sight. Sam heard a bolt drawn back. Then he heard the hideous voice speaking again. You lie quiet, or youll pay for it. Youve not got long to live in peace, I guess; but if you dont want the fun to begin right now, keep your trap shut, see. Theres a reminder for you. There was a sound like the crack of a whip. At that rage blazed in Sams heart to a sudden fury. He sprang up, ran, and went up the ladder like a cat. His head came out in the middle of the floor of a large round chamber. A red lamp hung from its roof; the westward window-slit was high and dark. Something was lying AApex the floor by the wall under the window, but over it a black orc-shape was straddled. It raised a whip a second time, but the blow never fell. With a cry Sam leapt across the floor, Sting in hand. The orc wheeled round, but before it could make a move Sam slashed its whip-hand from its arm. Howling with pain and fear but desperate the orc charged head-down at him. Sams next blow went wide, and thrown off his balance he fell backwards, clutching at the orc as it 910 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS stumbled over him. Before he could scramble up he heard a cry and a thud. The orc in its wild haste had tripped on the ladder-head and fallen through the open trap-door. Sam gave no more thought to it. He ran to the figure huddled on the floor. It was Frodo. He was naked, lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags: his arm was flung up, shielding his head, and across his side there ran an ugly whip-weal. Frodo. Frodo, my dear. cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. Its Sam, Ive come. He half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast. Frodo opened his eyes. Am I still dreaming. he muttered. But the other dreams were horrible. Youre not dreaming at all, Master, said Sam.
So the Stones check this out. said Ron finally. Flamels just going to die. Thats what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that - what was it. -to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. I always said he was off his rocker, said Ron, looking quite impressed at how crazy his hero was. So what happened to you two. said Harry. Well, I got back all right, said Hermione. I brought Ron round - that took a while - and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Gaminh when we met him gamimg the entrance hall - he already knew - he just said, Harrys gone after him, hasnt he. and hurtled off to the third floor. Dyou think he meant you to do it. said Ron. Sending you your fathers Cloak and everything. Well, Hermione exploded, if he did - I mean to say - thats terrible - you could have been killed. No, it isnt, said Harry thoughtfully. Hes a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I call of duty movie list he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we Pbug going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I dont think Pubg foto gaming was an accident he let me find out how the mirror worked. Its almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could. Yeah, Dumbledores off his rocker, all right, said Ron proudly. Listen, youve got to Pubg foto gaming up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course - you missed the last Quidditch match, we were steamrollered by Ravenclaw without you - but the foodll be good. At that moment, Madam Pomfrey bustled over. Youve had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT, she gamibg firmly. After a good nights sleep, Harry felt nearly back to normal. I want to go to the feast, he told Madam Pubt as she straightened his many candy boxes. I can, cant I. Professor Dumbledore says you are to be allowed to go, she said sniffily, as though in her opinion Professor Dumbledore didnt realize how risky feasts could be. And you have another visitor. Oh, good, said Harry. Who is it. Hagrid sidled through the door as he spoke. As usual when he was indoors, Hagrid here too big to be allowed. He sat down next to Gajing, took one look at him, and burst into tears. Its - all - my - ruddy - fault. he sobbed, his face in his hands. I told the evil git how ter get past Fluffy. I told him. It was the only thing he didnt know, an I told him. Yeh couldve died. All fer see more dragon egg. Ill never drink again. I should be chucked out an made ter live as a Muggle. Hagrid. said Harry, shocked to see Hagrid shaking with grief and remorse, great tears leaking down into his beard. Hagrid, hed have found out somehow, this is Voldemort were talking about, hed here found out even Pubg foto gaming you hadnt told him. Yeh couldve died. sobbed Hagrid. An donsay the name. VOLDEMORT. Harry bellowed, and Hagrid was so shocked, he stopped crying. Ive met him and Im calling him by his name. Please cheer up, Gaaming, we saved the Stone, its gone, he cant use Pubg foto gaming. Have a Chocolate Frog, Ive got loads. Hagrid wiped his nose on the back of his hand and said, That reminds me. Ive got yeh a present. Its not a stoat sandwich, is it. said Harry anxiously, and at last Hagrid gave a weak chuckle. Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off steamboat meal ter fix it. Course, he shoulda Pubg foto gaming me instead - anyway, got yeh this. It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father. Sent owls off ter all yer parents old school friends, askin fer photos. knew yeh didn have any.
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