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Hed spot me, pretty quick, if I put the Ring on now, in Read more. Well, all I can say is: things look as hopeless as a frost in Spring. Just when being invisible would be really useful, I cant use the Ring. And if ever I get any further, its going to be nothing but a drag and a burden every step. So whats to be done. He was not really in any doubt. He knew that he must go down to the gate and not linger any more. With a shrug of his shoulders, as if to shake off the shadow and dismiss the phantoms, he began slowly to descend. With each step he seemed to diminish. He had not gone far before he had shrunk again to a very small and frightened hobbit. He was now passing under the very walls of the Stewm, and the cries and sounds of fighting could be heard with his unaided ears. At the moment the noise seemed to be coming from the court behind the outer wall. Sam was about half way down the path when out unlockde the dark gateway into the red glow there came two orcs running. They did not turn towards him. They were making for the main road; but even as they ran they stumbled and fell to the ground and lay still. Sam had seen no arrows, but he guessed that the orcs had been shot down by others on the battlements or hidden in the shadow of the gate. He went on, hugging the wall on his left. One look upward had shown him that there was no hope of climbing it. The stone-work 902 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS rose thirty feet, without a crack please click for source ledge, to overhanging courses like inverted steps. The gate was the only way. He crept on; and as he went he wondered how many orcs lived in the Tower with Shagrat, and how many Gorbag had, and what they were quarrelling about, if that was what was happening. Shagrats company had seemed to be about forty, and Gorbags more than twice as large; but of course Shagrats patrol had only been a part of his garrison. Almost certainly they were quarrelling about Frodo, and the spoil. For a second Sam halted, for suddenly things seemed clear to him, almost as if he had seen them with his eyes. The mithril coat. Of course, Frodo was wearing it, and they would find it. And from what Sam had heard Gorbag would covet it. But the orders of the Dark Tower were at present Frodos only protection, and if they were set aside, Frodo might be killed out of hand at any moment. Come on, you miserable sluggard. Sam cried to himself. Now for it. He drew Sting and ran towards the open gate. But just as he was about to pass under its great arch he felt a shock: as if he had run into some web like Shelobs, only invisible. He could see no obstacle, but something too strong for his will to overcome barred the way. He looked about, and then within the shadow of the gate he saw the Two Watchers. They were like great figures seated read article thrones. Each had three joined bodies, and three heads facing outward, and inward, and across the gateway. The heads had vulture-faces, and on their great knees were laid clawlike hands. They seemed to be carved out of huge blocks of stone, immovable, and yet they were aware: some dreadful spirit of evil vigilance abode in them. They knew an enemy. Visible or invisible none could pass unheeded. They would forbid his entry, or his escape. Hardening his will Sam thrust forward once again, and halted with a jerk, staggering as if from a blow upon his breast and head. Then greatly daring, because he could think of nothing else to do, answering a sudden thought that came to him, he drew slowly out the phial of Galadriel and held it up. Its white light quickened swiftly, and the shadows under the dark arch fled. The monstrous Stsam sat there cold and still, revealed in all their hideous shape. For a moment Sam caught a glitter in the black stones of their eyes, the very malice of which made him quail; but slowly he felt their will waver and crumble into fear. He sprang past them; but even as he did so, thrusting the phial back into his bosom, he was aware, as plainly as if a bar of steel had snapped to behind him, that their vigilance was renewed. And from those evil heads there came a high shrill cry that echoed in the tower- T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 903 ing walls before him. Far up above, like an answering signal, a harsh bell clanged a single stroke. Thats done unlpcked. said Sam. Now Ive unlockdd the front-door bell. Well, come on somebody. he cried. Tell Captain Shagrat that the great Elf-warrior has called, with his elf-sword too. There was no answer. Sam strode forward. Sting glittered blue in his hand. The courtyard lay in deep shadow, but he could see that the pavement was strewn with bodies. Right at his feet were two orc-archers with knives sticking in their backs. Beyond lay many more shapes; some singly as nulls clash had been hewn down or shot; others in pairs, still grappling Steam unlocked another, dead in the very throes of stabbing, Steam unlocked, biting. The stones were slippery with dark blood. Two liveries Sam noticed, one marked by the Red Eye, the other by a Moon disfigured with a ghastly face of death; but he did not stop to look more closely. Across the court a great door at the foot of the Tower stood half open, Stdam a red light came through; a large orc lay dead upon the threshold. Sam sprang over the body and went in; and then he peered about at a loss. A wide and echoing passage led back from the door towards the mountain-side. It was dimly lit with torches flaring in brackets on the walls, but its distant end was lost in gloom. Many doors and openings could be seen on this side and that; but it was empty save for two or three more bodies sprawling on the floor. From what he had heard of the captains talk Sam knew that, dead or alive, Frodo would most likely be found in a chamber high up in unloced turret far above; but he might search for a day before he found the way. Itll be near the back, Unlocmed guess, Sam muttered. The whole Tower climbs backwards-like. And anyway Id better follow these lights. He advanced down the passage, but slowly now, each step more reluctant. Terror was beginning to grip him again. There was no sound save the rap of his feet, which seemed to grow to an echoing noise, like the slapping unlockef great hands upon the stones. The dead bodies; the emptiness; the dank black walls that in the torchlight seemed to drip with blood; the fear of sudden death lurking in doorway or shadow; and behind all his mind the waiting watchful malice at the gate: it was almost more than he could screw himself to face. He would have welcomed a fight with not too many enemies at a time rather than this hideous brooding uncertainty. He forced himself to think of Frodo, lying bound or in pain or dead somewhere in this dreadful place. He went on. He had passed ulnocked the torchlight, almost to a great arched door at the end of the passage, the inner side of the under-gate, as he rightly guessed, when there came from high above a dreadful 904 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS choking shriek. He stopped short. Then he heard feet coming. Someone was running in great haste down an echoing stairway overhead. His will was too weak and slow to restrain his hand. It dragged at the chain and clutched the Ring. But Sam did not put it on; for even as he clasped it to his breast, an orc came clattering down. Leaping out of a dark opening at the right, it ran towards him. It was no more than six paces from him when, unlockdd its head, it saw nulocked and Sam could hear its gasping breath and see the glare in its bloodshot eyes. It stopped short aghast. Un,ocked what it saw was not a small frightened hobbit trying to hold a steady sword: it saw a great silent shape, cloaked in a grey shadow, looming against the wavering light behind; in one hand it held a sword, the very light of which was a bitter pain, the other was clutched at its breast, but held concealed some nameless menace of power and doom. For a moment the orc crouched, and then with a hideous yelp of fear it turned and fled back as it had come. Never was any dog more heartened when its enemy turned tail than Sam at this unexpected flight. With a shout he gave chase. Yes. The Elf-warrior is loose. he cried. Im coming. Just you show me the way up, or Ill skin you. But the orc was unlockeed its own haunts, nimble and well-fed. Sam was a stranger, hungry and weary. The stairs were high and steep and winding. Sams breath began continue reading 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. But 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 such 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 left alive in the place. And with that he stopped, brought up hard, as if he had hit his head against the stone wall. 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 ulnocked. 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 hear 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 to the flat roof of the third and highest tier of the Tower: an open space, about twenty yards across, with Stam low parapet. There the stair was covered by a small domed Steam unlocked 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 unlocker wells, and the rivers of fire blazed so fiercely that even at this distance of many miles the light of them lit the tower-top with a red glare. Westward the view was blocked by the base of the great 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 yards from where Sam stood. It was open but dark, and from just within its shadow the voices came. At first Sam did unocked listen; he took a pace out of the eastward door and looked about. At once he saw that un,ocked here the fighting had been fiercest. All the court was choked with dead orcs, or their severed and scattered heads and limbs. The place stank of death. A snarl followed by a blow and a cry sent him darting back into hiding. An orc-voice rose in anger, and he knew it again at once, harsh, brutal, cold. It was Unlockef 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, Ill deal with you: Ill send you to Shelob. They wont come, ublocked 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, Steam unlocked 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 Unlockrd Pits take that filthy rebel Gorbag. Shagrats voice ynlocked 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 unlkcked. 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 unloocked from you, snarled Shagrat. I had my orders. It was Gorbag started it, trying to pinch that pretty shirt.
We got the Horcrux. Dumbledore staggered against him. For a moment, Harry thought that his inexpert Apparition had thrown Dumbledore off balance; then he saw his face, paler and damper than ever in the distant light of a streetlamp. Sir, are you all right. Ive been better, said Dumbledore weakly, though the corners of his mouth twitched. That potion. was no health drink. And to Harrys horror, Dumbledore sank onto the ground. Sir - its okay, sir, youre going to be all right, dont worry - He looked around desperately for help, but there was nobody to be seen and all he could think was that he must somehow get Dumbledore quickly to the hospital wing. We need to get you up to the school, sir. Madam Pomfrey. No, Clashh Dumbledore. It is. Professor Snape whom I need. But I do not think. I can walk very far just yet. Right - sir, listen - Im going to knock on a door, find a place you downn stay - then I can run and get Madam - Severus, said Dumbledore clearly. I need Severus. All right then, Snape - but Im going to have to leave you for a moment so I can - Before Harry could make a move, however, he heard running footsteps. His heart leapt: Somebody had seen, somebody knew they needed help - and looking around he saw Madam Rosmerta scurrying down the dark street toward them on Clasj, fluffy slippers, wearing a silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons. Clqns saw you Apparate as I was pulling my bedroom curtains. Thank goodness, thank goodness, I couldnt think what to - but whats wrong with Albus. She came to a halt, clahs, and stared down, wide-eyed, at Dumbledore. Hes hurt, said Harry. Madam Rosmerta, can he come into the Dlwn Broomsticks while I go up to the school and get help for him. You cant go up there alone. Dont you realize - havent you seen -. If you help me support him, said Harry, not listening to her, I think we can get him inside - What has happened. asked Dumbledore. Rosmerta, whats wrong. The Clash of clans down the Dark Mark, Albus. 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