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Sam gamex a stranger, hungry and weary. The stairs were high and steep and winding. Sams breath began to come in gasps. The orc had soon passed out of sight, and now only faintly could be heard the slapping of its feet as it went on and up. Every now and again it gave a yell, and the echo gajes along the walls. But slowly all sound gxmes it died away. Sam plodded on. He felt that he was on the right road, and his spirits had risen a good deal. He thrust the Ring away and tightened his belt. Well, well. he said. If only they all take such a shlwing to showlng and my Sting, this may turn out better than I hoped. And anyway it looks as if Shagrat, Gorbag, and company have done nearly all my job for me. Except for that little frightened rat, I do believe theres nobody left alive in the place. And with that he stopped, brought up hard, as if he had hit his head against the stone wall. The full meaning of what he had said struck him like a blow. Nobody left alive. Shoding had been that horrible dying shriek. Frodo, Frodo. Master. he cried half sobbing. If theyve killed you, what shall I do. Well, Im coming at last, right to showinh top, to see what I must. Up, up he went. It was dark save for an occasional torch flaring link a turn, or beside some opening that led into the higher levels of T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 905 the Tower. Sam tried to count the steps, but after two hundred he lost his reckoning. He was moving quietly now; for he thought that he could hear the sound of voices talking, still some way above. More than one rat remained alive it seemed. All at once, when he felt that he could pump out no more breath, nor force his knees to bend again, the stair ended. He stood still. The voices were now loud and near. Sam peered about. He had climbed right to the flat roof of the third and highest tier of the Tower: an open space, about twenty yards across, with a low parapet. There the stair was covered by a small domed chamber in the midst of the roof, with low doors facing east and west. Eastward Sam could see the plain of Mordor vast and dark below, and the burning mountain far away. A fresh turmoil was surging in its deep wells, and the rivers of fire blazed so fiercely that even at this distance of many miles the light of them lit the tower-top with Sfeam red glare. Westward the view was blocked by the base of the great turret that stood at link back of this upper court and reared its horn high above the crest of the encircling hills. Light gleamed in a window-slit. Its door was not ten shzre from where Sam stood. It was Steam share not showing games but dark, and from just within its shadow the voices came. At first Sam did not listen; he took a pace out of the eastward door and looked about. At once he saw that up here https://strategygames.cloud/counter-strike/counter-strike-extreme-hile.php fighting had been fiercest. All the court was choked with dead orcs, or their severed and scattered heads and limbs. The place stank of death. A snarl followed by a blow and a cry sent him darting back into hiding. An orc-voice rose in anger, and he knew it again at once, harsh, brutal, cold. It was Shagrat speaking, Captain of the Tower. You wont go again, you say. Curse you, Snaga, you little maggot. If you think Im so damaged that its safe to flout me, youre mistaken. Come here, and Ill squeeze your shrae out, like I did to Radbug just now. And when some new lads come, Ill deal with you: Ill send you to Shelob. They wont come, not before youre dead anyway, answered Snaga surlily. Ive told you twice that Gorbags swine got to the gate first, and none of ours got out. Lagduf and Muzgash ran through, but they were shot. I saw it click to see more a window, I tell you. And they were the last. Then you must go. I ehare stay here anyway. But Im hurt. The Black Pits take that support ban rebel Gorbag. Shagrats voice trailed off into a string of foul names and curses. I gave him better than I got, source he knifed me, the dung, before I throttled him. You must go, or Ill eat you. News must get through to Lugbu´rz, or well both be for the Black Pits. Yes, you too. You wont escape by skulking here. 906 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Im not going down those stairs again, growled Snaga, be you captain or no. Nar. Keep your hands off your knife, or Ill put an syowing in your guts. You wont be a captain long when They hear article source all these goings-on. Ive fought for the Tower against those stinking Morgul-rats, but a nice mess you two precious captains have made of things, fighting over the swag. Thats enough from you, snarled Shagrat. I had my orders. It was Gorbag started it, trying to pinch that pretty shirt. Well, you put his back up, being so high and mighty. And he had more sense than you anyway. He told you more than once that the most dangerous of these spies was still loose, and you wouldnt listen. And you wont listen now. Gorbag was right, I tell you. Theres a great fighter about, one of those bloody-handed Elves, or one of the filthy tarks. Hes coming here, I tell you. You heard the bell. Hes got past the Watchers, and thats tarks work. Hes on the stairs. And until hes off them, Im not going down. Not if you sharf a Nazguˆl, I wouldnt. So thats it, is it. yelled Shagrat. Youll do this, and youll not do that. And when he does come, youll bolt and leave me. No, you wont. Ill put red maggot-holes in your belly first. Out of the turret-door the smaller orc came flying. Behind him came Shagrat, a large orc with long arms that, as he ran crouching, reached to the ground. But one arm hung limp and seemed to be bleeding; the other hugged a large black bundle. In the red glare Sam, cowering behind the stair-door, caught a glimpse of his evil face as it passed: it was scored as if by rending claws and smeared with blood; slaver dripped from its protruding fangs; the mouth snarled like an animal. As far as Sam could see, Shagrat hunted Snaga round the roof, until ducking and eluding him the smaller orc with a yelp darted back into the turret and disappeared. Then Shoowing halted. Out of the eastward door Sam could see him now by the parapet, panting, his left claw clenching and unclenching feebly. He put the bundle on the floor and with his right claw drew out a long red knife and spat on it. Click here to the parapet he leaned over, looking down into the outer court far below. Twice showihg shouted but no answer came. Suddenly, as Shagrat was stooped over the battlement, his back to the roof-top, Sam to his amazement saw that one of the sprawling bodies was moving. It was crawling. It put out a claw and clutched the bundle. It staggered up. In its other hand it held a broad-headed spear with a short broken haft. It was poised for a stabbing thrust. But at that very moment a hiss escaped its teeth, a gasp of pain or See Appendix F, 1131. T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 907 hate. Quick as a snake Shagrat slipped aside, twisted round, and drove his knife into his enemys throat. Got you, Gorbag. he cried. Not quite dead, eh. Well, Ill finish my job now. He sprang on to the fallen body, and stamped and trampled it in his fury, stooping now and again to stab and slash it with his knife. Satisfied at last, he threw back his head and let out a horrible gurgling yell of triumph. Then he licked his knife, and put it between his teeth, and catching up the bundle he came loping towards the near door of the stairs. Sam had no time to think. He nit have slipped out of the other door, but hardly without being seen; and he could not have played hide-and-seek with this hideous orc for long. He did what was probably the best thing he could have done. He sprang out to meet Shagrat with a shout. He was no longer holding the Ring, dhare it was there, a hidden power, a cowing menace to the slaves of Mordor; and in his hand was Sting, and its light smote the eyes of the orc like the glitter of cruel stars in the terrible elf-countries, the dream of which was a cold fear to all his kind. And Shagrat could not both fight and keep hold of his treasure. Steam share not showing games stopped, growling, baring his fangs. Then once more, orc-fashion, he leapt aside, and as Sam sprang at him, using the heavy Stdam as both shield and weapon, he thrust it hard into quite baldurs gate blushing mermaid location pictures apologise enemys face. Sam staggered, and before he could recover, Shagrat darted past and down the stairs. Sam ran after him, cursing, but he did not go far. Soon the thought of Frodo returned to him, and he remembered that the other orc had gone back into the turret. Here was another dreadful choice, and he had no time to ponder it. If Gamds got away, he would soon get help and come back. But if Sam pursued him, the other orc might do some horrible deed up there. And anyway Sam might miss Shagrat or be killed by him. He turned quickly and ran back up the stairs. Wrong again, I expect, he sighed. But its my job to go right up to click top first, whatever happens afterwards. Away below Shagrat server loads before hit crashing game keeps rust leaping down the stairs and out over the court and through the gate, bearing his precious burden. If Sam could have seen him and known the grief that his escape would bring, he might have showong. But now his mind was set on the last stage of his search. He came cautiously to the turret-door and stepped inside. It opened into darkness. But soon his staring eyes were aware of a dim light at his right hand. It came from an opening that led to another stairway, dark and narrow: it appeared to go winding up the turret along the inside of its round outer wall. A torch was glimmering from somewhere up above. Softly Sam began to climb. He came to the guttering torch, fixed above a door on his left that faced a window-slit looking out westward: 908 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS one of the red eyes that he and Frodo had seen from down below by the tunnels mouth. Quickly Sam passed the door and hurried on to the second storey, dreading at any moment to be attacked and to feel throttling fingers seize his throat from behind. He came next to a window looking east and another torch above the door to a passage through the middle of the turret. The door was open, the passage dark save for the glimmer of the torch and the red glare from outside filtering through the window-slit. But here the stair stopped and climbed no further. Sam crept into the passage. On either side there was a low door; both were closed and locked. There was no sound at all. A dead end, muttered Sam; and after all my climb. This cant be the top of the tower. But what can I do now. He ran back to the lower storey and tried the door. It would not move. He ran up again, and sweat began to trickle down his face. He felt that even minutes were precious, but one by one they escaped; and he could do nothing. He cared no longer for Shagrat or Snaga or any other orc that was ever spawned. He longed only for his master, for one sight of his face or one touch of his hand. At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands. It books baldurs gate nightsong quiet, horribly quiet. The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt the darkness cover him like a tide. And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the vain end of his long journey and his grief, moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing. His voice sounded thin and quavering in the cold dark tower: the voice nor a forlorn and weary hobbit that no listening orc could possibly mistake for the clear song of an Elven-lord. He murmured old childish tunes out of the Shire, and snatches of Mr. Bilbos rhymes that came into his mind like fleeting glimpses of the country of his home. And then suddenly new strength whare in him, and his voice rang out, while words of his own came unbidden to fit the simple tune. In western lands beneath the Sun the flowers may rise in Spring, the trees may bud, the waters run, the merry finches sing. Or there maybe tis cloudless night and swaying beeches bear the Elven-stars as jewels white amid their branching hair. T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 909 Though here at journeys end I lie in darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high, beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sun and Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell. Beyond all towers strong and high, he began again, and then he stopped short. He thought that he had heard a faint voice answering him. But now he could hear nothing. Yes, he could hear something, but not a voice. Footsteps were approaching. Now a door was being opened quietly in the passage above; the hinges creaked. Sam crouched down listening. The door closed with a dull thud; and then a snarling orc-voice rang out. Ho la. You up there, you dunghill rat. Stop your squeaking, or Ill come and deal with you. Dyou hear. There was no answer. All right, growled Snaga. But Ill come and have a look at you all the same, and see what youre up to. The hinges creaked again, and Sam, now peering more info the corner of the passage-threshold, saw a flicker of light in an open doorway, and the dim shape of an orc coming sshare. He seemed to be carrying a ladder. Suddenly the answer dawned on Sam: the topmost chamber was reached by a trap-door in the roof of the passage. Snaga thrust the ladder upwards, steadied it, and then clambered out of sight. Sam heard a bolt drawn back. Then he heard the hideous voice speaking again. You lie quiet, or youll pay for it. Youve not got long to live in peace, I guess; but if you dont want the fun to begin right now, keep your trap shut, see. Theres a reminder for you. There was a sound like the crack of a whip. At that rage blazed in Sams heart to a sudden fury. He sprang up, ran, and went up the ladder like a cat. His head came out in the middle of the floor of a large round gakes. A red lamp hung from its roof; the westward window-slit was high gamea dark. Something was lying on the floor by the wall under the window, but over it a black orc-shape was straddled. It raised a whip a second time, but the blow never fell. With a cry Sam leapt across the floor, Sting in hand. The orc wheeled round, but before it could make a move Sam slashed its whip-hand from its arm. Howling with pain and fear but desperate the orc charged head-down at him. Sams next blow went wide, and thrown off his balance he fell backwards, clutching at the orc as it 910 T HE L ORD O F THE Syeam INGS stumbled over him. Before he could scramble up shoowing heard a cry and a thud. The orc in its wild haste had tripped on the ladder-head and fallen through the open trap-door. Sam gave no more thought to it. He ran to the figure huddled on the floor. It was Frodo. He was naked, lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags: his arm was flung up, shielding his gamew, and across his side there ran an ugly whip-weal. Frodo. Frodo, my dear. cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. Its Sam, Ive come. He half lifted his master and hugged him gzmes his breast. Frodo opened his eyes. Am I still dreaming. he muttered. But the other dreams were horrible. Youre not dreaming at all, Master, said Sam. Its real. Its me. Ive come. I can hardly believe it, said Frodo, clutching him. There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam. Then I wasnt dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below, and I tried to answer. Was it you. It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. Id given up hope, almost. I couldnt find you. Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam, said Frodo, and he lay back in Sams gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness; but it was not allowed. It was not enough for him to find his master, he had still to try and save him. He kissed Frodos forehead. Come. Wake up, Mr. Frodo. he said, trying to sound as cheerful as he had nlt he drew back the curtains at Bag End on a summers morning. Frodo sighed and sat up. Where are we. How did I get here. he asked. Theres no time for tales till we get somewhere else, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. But youre in the top of that tower you and me shre from away down by the tunnel before the orcs got you. How long ago that was I dont know. More than a day, I guess. Only that. said Frodo. It seems weeks. You must tell me all about it, if snare get a chance. Something hit me, didnt it. And I fell into darkness and foul dreams, and woke and found that waking was worse. Orcs were all round me. I think they had just been pouring some horrible burning drink down my throat. My head grew clear, but I was aching and weary. They stripped me of everything; and then two great brutes came and questioned me, questioned me until I thought I should go mad, standing over me, gloating, fingering their knives. 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