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the land of shadow 1217<br />

they had secretly dreaded: the noise of marching feet. It was<br />

still some way behind them, but looking back they could see<br />

the twinkle of torches coming round the bend less than a mile<br />

away, and they were moving fast: too fast for Frodo to escape<br />

by flight along the road ahead.<br />

‘I feared it, Sam,’ said Frodo. ‘We’ve trusted to luck, and<br />

it has failed us. We’re trapped.’ He looked wildly up at the<br />

frowning wall, where the road-builders of old had cut the<br />

rock sheer for many fathoms above their heads. He ran to<br />

the other side and looked over the brink into a dark pit of<br />

gloom. ‘We’re trapped at last!’ he said. He sank to the ground<br />

beneath the wall of rock and bowed his head.<br />

‘Seems so,’ said Sam. ‘Well, we can but wait and see.’ And<br />

with that he sat down beside Frodo under the shadow of the<br />

cliff.<br />

They did not have to wait long. The orcs were going at a<br />

great pace. Those in the foremost files bore torches. On they<br />

came, red flames in the dark, swiftly growing. Now Sam too<br />

bowed his head, hoping that it would hide his face when the<br />

torches reached them; and he set their shields before their<br />

knees to hide their feet.<br />

‘If only they are in a hurry and will let a couple of tired<br />

soldiers alone and pass on!’ he thought.<br />

And so it seemed that they would. The leading orcs came<br />

loping along, panting, holding their heads down. They were<br />

a gang of the smaller breeds being driven unwilling to their<br />

Dark Lord’s wars; all they cared for was to get the march<br />

over and escape the whip. Beside them, running up and down<br />

the line, went two of the large fierce uruks, cracking lashes<br />

and shouting. File after file passed, and the tell-tale torchlight<br />

was already some way ahead. Sam held his breath. Now more<br />

than half the line had gone by. Then suddenly one of the<br />

slave-drivers spied the two figures by the road-side. He<br />

flicked a whip at them and yelled: ‘Hi, you! Get up!’ They did<br />

not answer, and with a shout he halted the whole company.<br />

‘Come on, you slugs!’ he cried. ‘This is no time for slouching.’<br />

He took a step towards them, and even in the gloom he

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