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water and plain daylight； better than any jewels； begging your pardon。 But it's a long way to
Lórien。' Sam sighed and waved his hand towards the heights of the Ephel Dúath； now only to be
guessed as a deeper blackness against the black sky。
They started off again。 They had not gone far when Frodo paused。 'There's a Black Rider over
us；' he said。 'I can feel it。 We had better keep still for a while。'
Crouched under a great boulder they sat facing back westward and did not speak for some time。
Then Frodo breathed a sigh of relief。 'It's passed；' he said。 They stood up； and then they both stared
in wonder。 Away to their left； southward； against a sky that was turning grey； the peaks and high
ridges of the great range began to appear dark and black； visible shapes。 Light was growing behind
them。 Slowly it crept towards the North。 There was battle far above in the high spaces of the air。
The billowing clouds of Mordor were being driven back； their edges tattering as a wind out of the
living world came up and swept the fumes and smokes towards the dark land of their home。 Under
the lifting skirts of the dreary canopy dim light leaked into Mordor like pale morning through the
grimed window of a prison。
'Look at it； Mr。 Frodo！' said Sam。 'Look at it！ The wind's changed。 Something's happening。 He's
not having it all his own way。 His darkness is breaking up out in the world there。 I wish I could see
what is going on！'
It was the morning of the fifteenth of March； and over the Vale of Anduin the Sun was rising
above the eastern shadow； and the south…west wind was blowing。 Théoden lay dying on the
Pelennor Fields。
As Frodo and Sam stood and gazed； the rim of light spread all along the line of the Ephel Dúath；
and then they saw a shape； moving at a great speed out of the West； at first only a black speck
against the glimmering strip above the mountain…tops； but growing； until it plunged like a bolt into
the dark canopy and passed high above them。 As it went it sent out a long shrill cry； the voice of a
Nazg？l； but this cry no longer held any terror for them： it was a cry of woe and dismay； ill tidings
for the Dark Tower。 The Lord of the Ring…wraiths had met his doom。
'What did I tell you？ Something's happening！' cried Sam。' The war's going well； said Shagrat；
but Gorbag he wasn't so sure。 And he was right there too。 Things are looking up； Mr。 Frodo。
Haven't you got some hope now？'
'Well no； not much； Sam；' Frodo sighed。 'That's away beyond the mountains。 We're going east
not west。 And I'm so tired。 And the Ring is so heavy； Sam。 And I begin to see it in my mind all the
time； like a great wheel of fire。'
Sam's quick spirits sank again at once。 He looked at his master anxiously； and he took his hand。
'e； Mr。 Frodo！' he said。 'I've got one thing I wanted： a bit of light。 Enough to help us； and yet I
guess it's dangerous too。 Try a bit further； and then we'll lie close and have a rest。 But take a morsel
to eat now； a bit of the Elves' food； it may hearten you。'
Sharing a wafer of _lembas_； and munching it as best they could with their parched mouths。
Frodo and Sam plodded on。 The light； though no more than a grey dusk； was now enough for them
to see that they were deep in the valley between the mountains。 It sloped up gently northward； and
at its bottom went the bed of a now dry and withered stream。 Beyond its stony course they saw a
beaten path that wound its way under the feet of the westward cliffs。 Had they known； they could
have reached it quicker； for it was a track that left the main Morgul…road at the western bridge…end
and went down by a long stair cut in the rock to the valley's bottom。 It was used by patrols or by
messengers going swiftly to lesser posts and strongholds north…away； between Cirith Ungol and the
narrows of Isenmouthe； the iron jaws of Carach Angren。
It was perilous for the hobbits to use such a path； but they needed speed； and Frodo felt that he
could not face the toil of scrambling among the boulders or in the trackless glens of the Morgai。
And he judged that northward was； maybe； the way that their hunters would least expect them to
take。 The road east to the plain； or the pass back westward； those they would first search most
thoroughly。 Only when he was well north of the Tower did he mean to turn and seek for some way
to take him east； east on the last desperate stage of his journey。 So now they crossed the stony bed
and took to the orc…path； and for some time they marched along it。 The cliffs at their left were
overhung； and they could not be seen from above； but the path made many bends； and at each bend
they gripped their sword…hilts and went forward cautiously。
The light grew no stronger； for Orodruin was still belching forth a great fume that； beaten
upwards by the opposing airs； mounted higher and higher； until it reached a region above the wind
and spread in an immeasurable roof； whose central pillar rose out of the shadows beyond their view。
They had trudged for more than an hour when they heard a sound that brought them to a halt。
Unbelievable； but unmistakable。 Water trickling。 Out of a gully on the left； so sharp and narrow that
it looked as if the black cliff had been cloven by some huge axe； water came dripping down： the
last remains； maybe； of some sweet rain gathered from sunlit seas； but ill…fated to fall at last upon
the walls of the Black Land and wander fruitless down into the dust。 Here it came out of the rock in
a little falling streamlet； and flowed across the path； and turning south ran away swiftly to be lost
among the dead stones。
Sam sprang towards it。 'If ever I see the Lady again； I will tell her！' he cried。 'Light and now
water！' Then he stopped。 'Let me drink first Mr。 Frodo；' he said。
'All right； but there's room enough for two。'
'I didn't mean that；' said Sam。 'I mean： if it's poisonous； or something that will show its badness
quick； well； better me than you； master； if you understand me。'
'I do。 But I think we'll trust our luck together； Sam； or our blessing。 Still； be careful now； if it's
very cold！'
The water was cool but not icy； and it had an unpleasant taste； at once bitter and oily； or so they
would have said at home。 Here it seemed beyond all praise； and beyond fear or prudence。 They
drank their fill； and Sam replenished his water…bottle。 After that Frodo felt easier； and they went on
for several miles； until the broadening of the road and the beginnings of a rough wall along its edge
warned them that they were drawing near to another orc…hold。
'This is where we turn aside； Sam；' said Frodo。 'And we must turn east。' He sighed as he looked
at the gloomy ridges across the valley。 'I have just about enough strength left to find some hole
away up there。 And then I must rest a little。'
The river…bed was now some way below the path。 They scrambled down to it； and began to
cross it。 To their surprise they came upon dark pools fed by threads of water trickling down from
some source higher up the valley。 Upon its outer marges under the westward mountai