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1226 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

Sam nodded. ‘I understand,’ he said. ‘But I’ve been thinking,<br />

Mr. Frodo, there’s other things we might do without.<br />

Why not lighten the load a bit? We’re going that way now,<br />

as straight as we can make it.’ He pointed to the Mountain.<br />

‘It’s no good taking anything we’re not sure to need.’<br />

Frodo looked again towards the Mountain. ‘No,’ he said,<br />

‘we shan’t need much on that road. And at its end nothing.’<br />

Picking up his orc-shield he flung it away and threw his<br />

helmet after it. Then pulling off the grey cloak he undid the<br />

heavy belt and let it fall to the ground, and the sheathed<br />

sword with it. The shreds of the black cloak he tore off and<br />

scattered.<br />

‘There, I’ll be an orc no more,’ he cried, ‘and I’ll bear no<br />

weapon, fair or foul. Let them take me, if they will!’<br />

Sam did likewise, and put aside his orc-gear; and he took<br />

out all the things in his pack. Somehow each of them had<br />

become dear to him, if only because he had borne them<br />

so far with so much toil. Hardest of all it was to part with<br />

his cooking-gear. Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of<br />

casting it away.<br />

‘Do you remember that bit of rabbit, Mr. Frodo?’ he said.<br />

‘And our place under the warm bank in Captain Faramir’s<br />

country, the day I saw an oliphaunt?’<br />

‘No, I am afraid not, Sam,’ said Frodo. ‘At least, I know<br />

that such things happened, but I cannot see them. No taste<br />

of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of<br />

tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to<br />

me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between<br />

me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my<br />

waking eyes, and all else fades.’<br />

Sam went to him and kissed his hand. ‘Then the sooner<br />

we’re rid of it, the sooner to rest,’ he said haltingly, finding<br />

no better words to say. ‘Talking won’t mend nothing,’ he<br />

muttered to himself, as he gathered up all the things that they<br />

had chosen to cast away. He was not willing to leave them<br />

lying open in the wilderness for any eyes to see. ‘Stinker<br />

picked up that orc-shirt, seemingly, and he isn’t going to add

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