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the tower of cirith ungol 1183<br />

‘Yes! The Elf-warrior is loose!’ he cried. ‘I’m coming. Just<br />

you show me the way up, or I’ll skin you!’<br />

But the orc was in its own haunts, nimble and well-fed.<br />

Sam was a stranger, hungry and weary. The stairs were high<br />

and steep and winding. Sam’s breath began to come in gasps.<br />

The orc had soon passed out of sight, and now only faintly<br />

could be heard the slapping of its feet as it went on and up.<br />

Every now and again it gave a yell, and the echo ran along<br />

the walls. But slowly all sound of it died away.<br />

Sam plodded on. He felt that he was on the right road, and<br />

his spirits had risen a good deal. He thrust the Ring away<br />

and tightened his belt. ‘Well, well!’ he said. ‘If only they all<br />

take such a dislike to me and my Sting, this may turn out<br />

better than I hoped. And anyway it looks as if Shagrat,<br />

Gorbag, and company have done nearly all my job for me.<br />

Except for that little frightened rat, I do believe there’s<br />

nobody left alive in the place!’<br />

And with that he stopped, brought up hard, as if he had<br />

hit his head against the stone wall. The full meaning of what<br />

he had said struck him like a blow. Nobody left alive! Whose<br />

had been that horrible dying shriek? ‘Frodo, Frodo! Master!’<br />

he cried half sobbing. ‘If they’ve killed you, what shall I do?<br />

Well, I’m coming at last, right to the top, to see what I must.’<br />

Up, up he went. It was dark save for an occasional torch<br />

flaring at a turn, or beside some opening that led into the<br />

higher levels of the Tower. Sam tried to count the steps, but<br />

after two hundred he lost his reckoning. He was moving<br />

quietly now; for he thought that he could hear the sound<br />

of voices talking, still some way above. More than one rat<br />

remained alive it seemed.<br />

All at once, when he felt that he could pump out no more<br />

breath, nor force his knees to bend again, the stair ended. He<br />

stood still. The voices were now loud and near. Sam peered<br />

about. He had climbed right to the flat roof of the third and<br />

highest tier of the Tower: an open space, about twenty yards<br />

across, with a low parapet. There the stair was covered by a

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