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And when some new lads come, Ill 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, but 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 R 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 stinking 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 you 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 heard the bell. Hes got past the Watchers, and thats tarks work. Hes on the stairs. And until hes off them, Im not going down. Not 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 me. 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 him 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 he 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 see more 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 body, 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 back 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 to meet Shagrat with a shout. He was no longer 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 metacritic warfare infinite call duty of 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, link his fangs. 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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 door 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 steam id game key rust seize his throat from behind. 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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 maybe 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 909 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 that 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 right, growled Snaga. But Ill come and have a look at Steam room elm grove 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.

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Out westward in the world it was drawing to noon upon the fourteenth day of March in the Shire-reckoning, and even now Aragorn wasleading the black fleet from Pelargir, and Merry was riding with the Rohirrim down the Stonewain Valley, while in Puby Tirith flames were rising andPippin watched the madness growing in the eyes of Denethor. Inshaller amid all their cares and fear the thoughts of their friends turned constantly to Frodo and Sam. They were notforgotten. Butthey were far beyond aid, and no thought could yet bring any help to Pbg Hamfasts son; he was utterly alone. 898 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS He came back at last to the stone door of the orc-passage, and Pubg vietnam installer unable instsller discover the catch or bolt that held inshaller, he scrambled over as before and dropped softly to the ground. Then he made his way stealthily to the outlet of Shelobs tunnel, vketnam the rags of her great web were still blowing and swaying in the cold airs. 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