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

guards. ‘Why don’t we get together and charge through?<br />

What’s old Uglúk think he’s doing, I should like to know?’<br />

‘I daresay you would,’ snarled Uglúk stepping up from<br />

behind. ‘Meaning I don’t think at all, eh? Curse you! You’re<br />

as bad as the other rabble: the maggots and the apes of<br />

Lugbúrz. No good trying to charge with them. They’d just<br />

squeal and bolt, and there are more than enough of these<br />

filthy horse-boys to mop up our lot on the flat.<br />

‘There’s only one thing those maggots can do: they can<br />

see like gimlets in the dark. But these Whiteskins have better<br />

night-eyes than most Men, from all I’ve heard; and don’t<br />

forget their horses! They can see the night-breeze, or so<br />

it’s said. Still there’s one thing the fine fellows don’t know:<br />

Mauhúr and his lads are in the forest, and they should turn<br />

up any time now.’<br />

Uglúk’s words were enough, apparently, to satisfy the<br />

Isengarders; but the other Orcs were both dispirited and<br />

rebellious. They posted a few watchers, but most of them lay<br />

on the ground, resting in the pleasant darkness. It did indeed<br />

become very dark again; for the moon passed westward into<br />

thick cloud, and Pippin could not see anything a few feet<br />

away. The fires brought no light to the hillock. The riders<br />

were not, however, content merely to wait for the dawn and<br />

let their enemies rest. A sudden outcry on the east side of the<br />

knoll showed that something was wrong. It seemed that some<br />

of the Men had ridden in close, slipped off their horses,<br />

crawled to the edge of the camp and killed several Orcs,<br />

and then had faded away again. Uglúk dashed off to stop a<br />

stampede.<br />

Pippin and Merry sat up. Their guards, Isengarders, had<br />

gone with Uglúk. But if the hobbits had any thought of<br />

escape, it was soon dashed. A long hairy arm took each of<br />

them by the neck and drew them close together. Dimly they<br />

were aware of Grishnákh’s great head and hideous face<br />

between them; his foul breath was on their cheeks. He began<br />

to paw them and feel them. Pippin shuddered as hard cold<br />

fingers groped down his back.

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