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1180 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

For a second Sam halted, for suddenly things seemed clear<br />

to him, almost as if he had seen them with his eyes. The<br />

mithril coat! Of course, Frodo was wearing it, and they would<br />

find it. And from what Sam had heard Gorbag would covet<br />

it. But the orders of the Dark Tower were at present Frodo’s<br />

only protection, and if they were set aside, Frodo might be<br />

killed out of hand at any moment.<br />

‘Come on, you miserable sluggard!’ Sam cried to himself.<br />

‘Now for it!’ He drew Sting and ran towards the open gate.<br />

But just as he was about to pass under its great arch he felt<br />

a shock: as if he had run into some web like Shelob’s, only<br />

invisible. He could see no obstacle, but something too strong<br />

for his will to overcome barred the way. He looked about,<br />

and then within the shadow of the gate he saw the Two<br />

Watchers.<br />

They were like great figures seated upon thrones. Each had<br />

three joined bodies, and three heads facing outward, and<br />

inward, and across the gateway. The heads had vulture-faces,<br />

and on their great knees were laid clawlike hands. They<br />

seemed to be carved out of huge blocks of stone, immovable,<br />

and yet they were aware: some dreadful spirit of evil vigilance<br />

abode in them. They knew an enemy. Visible or invisible<br />

none could pass unheeded. They would forbid his entry, or<br />

his escape.<br />

Hardening his will Sam thrust forward once again, and<br />

halted with a jerk, staggering as if from a blow upon his breast<br />

and head. Then greatly daring, because he could think of<br />

nothing else to do, answering a sudden thought that came to<br />

him, he drew slowly out the phial of Galadriel and held it up.<br />

Its white light quickened swiftly, and the shadows under the<br />

dark arch fled. The monstrous Watchers sat there cold and<br />

still, revealed in all their hideous shape. For a moment Sam<br />

caught a glitter in the black stones of their eyes, the very<br />

malice of which made him quail; but slowly he felt their will<br />

waver and crumble into fear.<br />

He sprang past them; but even as he did so, thrusting the<br />

phial back into his bosom, he was aware, as plainly as if a bar

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