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the tower of cirith ungol 1195<br />

better made,’ said Sam; ‘but it wouldn’t do, I guess, to go<br />

carrying his tokens into Mordor, not after this business here.<br />

Well, there you are, Mr. Frodo. A perfect little orc, if I may<br />

make so bold – at least you would be, if we could cover<br />

your face with a mask, give you longer arms, and make you<br />

bow-legged. This will hide some of the tell-tales.’ He put a<br />

large black cloak round Frodo’s shoulders. ‘Now you’re<br />

ready! You can pick up a shield as we go.’<br />

‘What about you, Sam?’ said Frodo. ‘Aren’t we going to<br />

match?’<br />

‘Well, Mr. Frodo, I’ve been thinking,’ said Sam. ‘I’d best<br />

not leave any of my stuff behind, and we can’t destroy it.<br />

And I can’t wear orc-mail over all my clothes, can I? I’ll just<br />

have to cover up.’<br />

He knelt down and carefully folded his elven-cloak. It went<br />

into a surprisingly small roll. This he put into his pack that<br />

lay on the floor. Standing up, he slung it behind his back, put<br />

an orc-helm on his head, and cast another black cloak about<br />

his shoulders. ‘There!’ he said. ‘Now we match, near enough.<br />

And now we must be off !’<br />

‘I can’t go all the way at a run, Sam,’ said Frodo with a<br />

wry smile. ‘I hope you’ve made inquiries about inns along<br />

the road? Or have you forgotten about food and drink?’<br />

‘Save me, but so I had!’ said Sam. He whistled in dismay.<br />

‘Bless me, Mr. Frodo, but you’ve gone and made me that<br />

hungry and thirsty! I don’t know when drop or morsel last<br />

passed my lips. I’d forgotten it, trying to find you. But let me<br />

think! Last time I looked I’d got about enough of that waybread,<br />

and of what Captain Faramir gave us, to keep me on<br />

my legs for a couple of weeks at a pinch. But if there’s a drop<br />

left in my bottle, there’s no more. That’s not going to be<br />

enough for two, nohow. Don’t orcs eat, and don’t they drink?<br />

Or do they just live on foul air and poison?’<br />

‘No, they eat and drink, Sam. The Shadow that bred them<br />

can only mock, it cannot make: not real new things of its<br />

own. I don’t think it gave life to the orcs, it only ruined them<br />

and twisted them; and if they are to live at all, they have to

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