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1196 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

live like other living creatures. Foul waters and foul meats<br />

they’ll take, if they can get no better, but not poison. They’ve<br />

fed me, and so I’m better off than you. There must be food<br />

and water somewhere in this place.’<br />

‘But there’s no time to look for them,’ said Sam.<br />

‘Well, things are a bit better than you think,’ said Frodo. ‘I<br />

have had a bit of luck while you were away. Indeed they did<br />

not take everything. I’ve found my food-bag among some<br />

rags on the floor. They’ve rummaged it, of course. But I<br />

guess they disliked the very look and smell of the lembas,<br />

worse than Gollum did. It’s scattered about and some of it is<br />

trampled and broken, but I’ve gathered it together. It’s not<br />

far short of what you’ve got. But they’ve taken Faramir’s<br />

food, and they’ve slashed up my water-bottle.’<br />

‘Well, there’s no more to be said,’ said Sam. ‘We’ve got<br />

enough to start on. But the water’s going to be a bad business.<br />

But come, Mr. Frodo! Off we go, or a whole lake of it won’t<br />

do us any good!’<br />

‘Not till you’ve had a mouthful, Sam,’ said Frodo. ‘I won’t<br />

budge. Here, take this elven-cake, and drink that last drop in<br />

your bottle! The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good<br />

worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.’<br />

At last they started. Down the ladder they climbed, and<br />

then Sam took it and laid it in the passage beside the huddled<br />

body of the fallen orc. The stair was dark, but on the roof-top<br />

the glare of the Mountain could still be seen, though it was<br />

dying down now to a sullen red. They picked up two shields<br />

to complete their disguise and then went on.<br />

Down the great stairway they plodded. The high chamber<br />

of the turret behind, where they had met again, seemed<br />

almost homely: they were out in the open again now, and<br />

terror ran along the walls. All might be dead in the Tower of<br />

Cirith Ungol, but it was steeped in fear and evil still.<br />

At length they came to the door upon the outer court, and<br />

they halted. Even from where they stood they felt the malice<br />

of the Watchers beating on them, black silent shapes on either

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