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824 the two <strong>towers</strong><br />

dragged along, slower and slower, so that Sam had often to<br />

beg Gollum to wait and not to leave their master behind.<br />

In fact with every step towards the gates of Mordor Frodo<br />

felt the Ring on its chain about his neck grow more burdensome.<br />

He was now beginning to feel it as an actual weight<br />

dragging him earthwards. But far more he was troubled by<br />

the Eye: so he called it to himself. It was that more than the<br />

drag of the Ring that made him cower and stoop as he walked.<br />

The Eye: that horrible growing sense of a hostile will that<br />

strove with great power to pierce all shadows of cloud, and<br />

earth, and flesh, and to see you: to pin you under its deadly<br />

gaze, naked, immovable. So thin, so frail and thin, the veils<br />

were become that still warded it off. Frodo knew just where<br />

the present habitation and heart of that will now was: as<br />

certainly as a man can tell the direction of the sun with his<br />

eyes shut. He was facing it, and its potency beat upon his<br />

brow.<br />

Gollum probably felt something of the same sort. But what<br />

went on in his wretched heart between the pressure of the<br />

Eye, and the lust of the Ring that was so near, and his grovelling<br />

promise made half in the fear of cold iron, the hobbits<br />

did not guess. Frodo gave no thought to it. Sam’s mind was<br />

occupied mostly with his master, hardly noticing the dark<br />

cloud that had fallen on his own heart. He put Frodo in front<br />

of him now, and kept a watchful eye on every movement of<br />

his, supporting him if he stumbled, and trying to encourage<br />

him with clumsy words.<br />

When day came at last the hobbits were surprised to see<br />

how much closer the ominous mountains had already drawn.<br />

The air was now clearer and colder, and though still far off,<br />

the walls of Mordor were no longer a cloudy menace on the<br />

edge of sight, but as grim black <strong>towers</strong> they frowned across<br />

a dismal waste. The marshes were at an end, dying away into<br />

dead peats and wide flats of dry cracked mud. The land<br />

ahead rose in long shallow slopes, barren and pitiless, towards<br />

the desert that lay at Sauron’s gate.

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