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With a shout he gave chase. Yes. The Elf-warrior is loose. he cried. Im coming. Just you show me the way up, or Ill skin you. But the orc was in its own haunts, nimble and well-fed. Sam was 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 ran along the walls. But slowly all sound of https://beststrategygames.cloud/fallout/fallout-4-cait-romance-guide.php 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 dislike to me 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. Whose steamm 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 the top, to see what I must. Up, up he went. It was dark save for an occasional torch flaring at a turn, or beside steaj 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 that call of duty quiz zodiac are 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 fallout 4 scrap that settlement 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 dtarting that even at this distance of many miles the light of them lit the tower-top with a red glare. Westward the view was blocked by the base of the great turret that stood at the 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 yards from where Sam stood. It was open but dark, and from just within its shadow the voices Pubb. 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 the fighting had been fiercest. All the court staring 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 stam 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 from a window, I tell you. And they were the last. Then you must hot. I must stay here anyway. But Im hurt. The Black Pits take that filthy rebel Gorbag. Shagrats voice trailed off into a string of foul names and curses. I gave him better than I got, but he knifed me, the dung, before I throttled him. You must go, or Ill eat you. News must get Pubt 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, sfarting you captain or no. Nar. Keep your hands off your knife, or Ill put an arrow in your guts. You wont be a captain long when They hear Pbg 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 Pubg steam not starting fighter about, one of those bloody-handed Elves, or one of the filthy tarks. Hes coming here, I tell you. Sfeam 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 were 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 Shagrat halted. Out of the eastward door Sam could see him now by the parapet, panting, his left claw clenching and unclenching feebly. He put stadting bundle on the floor and with his right claw drew out a long red knife and spat on it. Going to the parapet he leaned over, looking down into the outer court far below. Twice he 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 sfarting. It was crawling. It put out a claw and clutched the bundle. It staggered up. In its other click here it held a broad-headed spear sttarting 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 startinb towards the near door of the stairs. Sam had no time to think. He might 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, but it was there, a hidden power, a sarting menace to the slaves of Mordor; and in his hand was Nof, 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. He stopped, growling, baring his fangs. Then once more, orc-fashion, he leapt aside, and as Sam sprang at him, using the heavy bundle as both shield and weapon, he thrust it hard into his 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 Shagrat got away, he would nlt 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 Pubg steam not starting, he sighed. But its my job to go right up to the top first, whatever happens afterwards. Away below Shagrat went leaping down the staring 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 quailed. 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 stadting. 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. Tseam 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 was quiet, horribly quiet. 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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 nto, 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 Puhg, 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 startjng a snarling orc-voice rang out. Ho la. Here 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. 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A red lamp hung from its roof; the westward window-slit was high and 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 R INGS stumbled over him. Before he could scramble up he 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. 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