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1218 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

recognized the devices on their shields. ‘Deserting, eh?’ he<br />

snarled. ‘Or thinking of it? All your folk should have been<br />

inside Udûn before yesterday evening. You know that. Up<br />

you get and fall in, or I’ll have your numbers and report you.’<br />

They struggled to their feet, and keeping bent, limping like<br />

footsore soldiers, they shuffled back towards the rear of the<br />

line. ‘No, not at the rear!’ the slave-driver shouted. ‘Three<br />

files up. And stay there, or you’ll know it, when I come down<br />

the line!’ He sent his long whip-lash cracking over their heads;<br />

then with another crack and a yell he started the company<br />

off again at a brisk trot.<br />

It was hard enough for poor Sam, tired as he was; but for<br />

Frodo it was a torment, and soon a nightmare. He set his teeth<br />

and tried to stop his mind from thinking, and he struggled on.<br />

The stench of the sweating orcs about him was stifling, and<br />

he began to gasp with thirst. On, on they went, and he bent<br />

all his will to draw his breath and to make his legs keep going;<br />

and yet to what evil end he toiled and endured he did not<br />

dare to think. There was no hope of falling out unseen. Now<br />

and again the orc-driver fell back and jeered at them.<br />

‘There now!’ he laughed, flicking at their legs. ‘Where<br />

there’s a whip there’s a will, my slugs. Hold up! I’d give you<br />

a nice freshener now, only you’ll get as much lash as your<br />

skins will carry when you come in late to your camp. Do you<br />

good. Don’t you know we’re at war?’<br />

They had gone some miles, and the road was at last running<br />

down a long slope into the plain, when Frodo’s strength<br />

began to give out and his will wavered. He lurched and<br />

stumbled. Desperately Sam tried to help him and hold him<br />

up, though he felt that he could himself hardly stay the pace<br />

much longer. At any moment now he knew that the end<br />

would come: his master would faint or fall, and all would be<br />

discovered, and their bitter efforts be in vain. ‘I’ll have that<br />

big slave-driving devil anyway,’ he thought.<br />

Then just as he was putting his hand to the hilt of his<br />

sword, there came an unexpected relief. They were out on

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