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the stairs of cirith ungol 925<br />

waited, like a bird at the approach of a snake, unable to move.<br />

And as he waited, he felt, more urgent than ever before, the<br />

command that he should put on the Ring. But great as the<br />

pressure was, he felt no inclination now to yield to it. He<br />

knew that the Ring would only betray him, and that he had<br />

not, even if he put it on, the power to face the Morgul-king<br />

– not yet. There was no longer any answer to that command<br />

in his own will, dismayed by terror though it was, and he felt<br />

only the beating upon him of a great power from outside. It<br />

took his hand, and as Frodo watched with his mind, not<br />

willing it but in suspense (as if he looked on some old story<br />

far away), it moved the hand inch by inch towards the chain<br />

upon his neck. Then his own will stirred; slowly it forced the<br />

hand back and set it to find another thing, a thing lying<br />

hidden near his breast. Cold and hard it seemed as his grip<br />

closed on it: the phial of Galadriel, so long treasured, and<br />

almost forgotten till that hour. As he touched it, for a while<br />

all thought of the Ring was banished from his mind. He<br />

sighed and bent his head.<br />

At that moment the Wraith-king turned and spurred his<br />

horse and rode across the bridge, and all his dark host followed<br />

him. Maybe the elven-hoods defied his unseen eyes,<br />

and the mind of his small enemy, being strengthened, had<br />

turned aside his thought. But he was in haste. Already the<br />

hour had struck, and at his great Master’s bidding he must<br />

march with war into the West.<br />

Soon he had passed, like a shadow into shadow, down the<br />

winding road, and behind him still the black ranks crossed<br />

the bridge. So great an army had never issued from that vale<br />

since the days of Isildur’s might; no host so fell and strong in<br />

arms had yet assailed the fords of Anduin; and yet it was but<br />

one and not the greatest of the hosts that Mordor now sent<br />

forth.<br />

Frodo stirred. And suddenly his heart went out to Faramir.<br />

‘The storm has burst at last,’ he thought. ‘This great array of<br />

spears and swords is going to Osgiliath. Will Faramir get

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