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J.R.R. Tolkien 02 The Two Towers
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.He'll miss his chance of I told'ee so, Sam:more's the pity.He could go on telling me as long as he'd got breath, ifonly I could see his old face again.But I'd have to get a wash first, or hewouldn't know me.`I suppose it's no good asking "what way do we go now?" We can't go nofurther-unless we want to ask the orcs for a lift.'`No, no! ' said Gollum.`No use.We can't go further.Smjagol said so.He said: we'll go to the Gate, and then we'll see.And we do see.O yes.myprecious, we do see.Smjagol knew hobbits could not go this way.O yes.Smjagol knew ''Then what the plague did you bring us here for? ' said Sam, notfeeling in the mood to be just or reasonable.`Master said so.Master says: Bring us to the Gate.So good Smjagoldoes so.Master said so, wise master.''I did,' said Frodo.His face was grim and set.but resolute.He wasfilthy, haggard, and pinched with weariness, but he cowered no longer, andhis eyes were clear.`I said so, because I purpose to enter Mordor, and Iknow no other way.Therefore I shall go this way.I do not ask anyone to gowith me.'`No, no, master! ' wailed Gollum; pawing at him, and seeming in greatdistress.`No use that way! No use! Don't take the Precious to Him! He'lleat us all, if He gets it, eat all the world.Keep it, nice master, and bekind to Smjagol.Don't let Him have it.Or go away.go to nice places, andgive it back to little Smjagol.Yes, yes, master: give it back, eh? Smjagolwill keep it safe; he will do lots of good, especially to nice hobbits.Hobbits go home.Don't go to the Gate! ''I am commanded to go to the land of Mordor, and therefore I shall go,'said Frodo.'If there is only one way, then I must take it.What comes aftermust come.'Sam said nothing.The look on Frodo's face was enough for him he knewthat words of his were useless.And after all he never had any real hope inthe affair from the beginning; but being a cheerful hobbit he had not neededhope, as long as despair could be postponed.Now they were come to thebitter end.But he had stuck to his master all the way; that was what he hadchiefly come for, and he would still stick to him.His master would not goto Mordor alone.Sam would go with him-and at any rate they would get rid ofGollum.Gollum, however, did not intend to be got rid of, yet.He knelt atFrodo's feet, wringing his hands and squeaking.'Not this way, master! ' hepleaded, 'There is another way.O yes indeed there is.Another way.darker,more difficult to find, more secret.But Smjagol knows it.Let Smjagol showyou! ''Another way! ' said Frodo doubtfully, looking down at Gollum withsearching eyes.'Yess! Yess indeed! There was another way.Smjagol found it.Let's goand see if it's still there! '`You have not spoken of this before.'`No.Master did not ask.Master did not say what he meant to do.Hedoes not tell poor Smjagol.He says: Smjagol, take me to the Gate -- andthen good bye! Smjagol can run away and be good.But now he says: I purposeto enter Mordor this way.So Smjagol is very afraid.He does not want tolose nice master.And he promised, master made him promise, to save thePrecious.But master is going to take it to Him, straight to the Black Hand,if master will go this way.So Smjagol must save them both, and he thinks ofanother way that there was, once upon a time.Nice master.Smjagol verygood, always helps.'Sam frowned.If he could have bored holes in Gollum with his eyes, hewould have done.His mind was full of doubt.To all appearances Gollum wasgenuinely distressed and anxious to help Frodo.But Sam, remembering theoverheard debate, found it hard to believe that the long submerged Smjagolhad come out on top: that voice at any rate had not had the last word in thedebate.Sam's guess was that the Smjagol and Gollum halves (or what in hisown mind he called Slinker and Stinker) had made a truce and a temporaryalliance: neither wanted the Enemy to get the Ring; both wished to keepFrodo from capture, and under their eye, as long as possible -- at any rateas long as Stinker still had a chance of laying hands on his 'Precious'.Whether there really was another way into Mordor Sam doubted.`And it's a good thing neither half of the old villain don't know whatmaster means to do,' he thought.`If he knew that Mr.Frodo is trying to putan end to his Precious for good and all, there'd be trouble pretty quick, Ibet.Anyhow old Stinker is so frightened of the Enemy -- and he's underorders of some kind from him, or was -- that he'd give us away rather thanbe caught helping us; and rather than let his Precious be melted, maybe.Atleast that's my idea.And I hope the master will think it out carefully.He's as wise as any, but he's soft-hearted, that's what he is.It's beyondany Gamgee to guess what he'll do next.'Frodo did not answer Gollum at once.While these doubts were passingthrough Sam's slow but shrewd mind, he stood gazing out towards the darkcliff of Cirith Gorgor.The hollow in which they had taken refuge was delvedin the side of a low hill, at some little height above a long trenchlikevalley that lay between it and the outer buttresses of the mountains.In themidst of the valley stood the black foundations of the western watch-tower.By morning-light the roads that converged upon the Gate of Mordor could nowbe clearly seen, pale and dusty; one winding back northwards; anotherdwindling eastwards into the mists that clung about the feet of Ered Lithui;and a third that ran towards him.As it bent sharply round the tower, itentered a narrow defile and passed not far below the hollow where he stood.Westward, to his right, it turned, skirting the shoulders of the mountains,and went off southwards into the deep shadows that mantled all the westernsides of Ephel D®ath; beyond his sight it journeyed on into the narrow landbetween the mountains and the Great River.As he gazed Frodo became aware that there was a great stir and movementon the plain.It seemed as if whole armies were on the march, though for themost part they were hidden by the reeks and fumes drifting from the fens andwastes beyond.But here and there he caught the gleam of spears and helmets;and over the levels beside the roads horsemen could be seen riding in manycompanies.He remembered his vision from afar upon Amon Hen, so few daysbefore, though now it seemed many years ago.Then he knew that the hope thathad for one wild moment stirred in his heart was vain.The trumpets had notrung in challenge but in greeting.This was no assault upon the Dark Lord bythe men of Gondor, risen like avenging ghosts from the graves of valour longpassed away [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
