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the tower of cirith ungol 1193<br />

over his aching brow. The hideous vision had seemed so real<br />

to him, half bemused as he was still with wound and fear.<br />

Sam had changed before his very eyes into an orc again,<br />

leering and pawing at his treasure, a foul little creature with<br />

greedy eyes and slobbering mouth. But now the vision had<br />

passed. There was Sam kneeling before him, his face wrung<br />

with pain, as if he had been stabbed in the heart; tears welled<br />

from his eyes.<br />

‘O Sam!’ cried Frodo. ‘What have I said? What have I<br />

done? Forgive me! After all you have done. It is the horrible<br />

power of the Ring. I wish it had never, never, been found.<br />

But don’t mind me, Sam. I must carry the burden to the end.<br />

It can’t be altered. You can’t come between me and this<br />

doom.’<br />

‘That’s all right, Mr. Frodo,’ said Sam, rubbing his sleeve<br />

across his eyes. ‘I understand. But I can still help, can’t I?<br />

I’ve got to get you out of here. At once, see! But first you<br />

want some clothes and gear, and then some food. The clothes<br />

will be the easiest part. As we’re in Mordor, we’d best dress<br />

up Mordor-fashion; and anyway there isn’t no choice. It’ll<br />

have to be orc-stuff for you, Mr. Frodo, I’m afraid. And for<br />

me too. If we go together, we’d best match. Now put this<br />

round you!’<br />

Sam unclasped his grey cloak and cast it about Frodo’s<br />

shoulders. Then unslinging his pack he laid it on the floor.<br />

He drew Sting from its sheath. Hardly a flicker was to be<br />

seen upon its blade. ‘I was forgetting this, Mr. Frodo,’ he<br />

said. ‘No, they didn’t get everything! You lent me Sting, if<br />

you remember, and the Lady’s glass. I’ve got them both still.<br />

But lend them to me a little longer, Mr. Frodo. I must go<br />

and see what I can find. You stay here. Walk about a bit and<br />

ease your legs. I shan’t be long. I shan’t have to go far.’<br />

‘Take care, Sam!’ said Frodo. ‘And be quick! There may<br />

be orcs still alive, lurking in wait.’<br />

‘I’ve got to chance it,’ said Sam. He stepped to the trapdoor<br />

and slipped down the ladder. In a minute his head<br />

reappeared. He threw a long knife on the floor.

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