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There must be food and water somewhere in this place。' ‘But there's no time to look for them；' said
Sam。
‘Well； things are a bit better than you think；' said Frodo。 'I have had a bit of luck while you were
away。 Indeed they did not take everything。 I've found my food…bag among some rags on the floor。
They've rummaged it； of course。 But I guess they disliked the very look and smell of the _lembas_；
worse than Gollum did。 It's scattered about and some of it is trampled and broken； but I've gathered
it together。 It's not far short of what you've got。 But they've taken Faramir's food； and they've
slashed up my water…bottle。'
‘Well； there's no more to be said；' said Sam。 ‘We've got enough to start on。 But the water's going
to be a bad business。 But e Mr。 Frodo！ Off we go； or a whole lake of it won't do us any good！'
'Not till you've had a mouthful； Sam；' said Frodo。 ‘I won't budge。 Here； take this elven…cake； and
drink that last drop in your bottle！ The whole thing is quite hopeless； so it's no good worrying about
tomorrow。 It probably won't e。'
At last they started。 Down the ladder they climbed； and then Sam took it and laid it in the
passage beside the huddled body of the fallen orc。 The stair was dark； but on the roof…top the glare
of the Mountain could still be seen； though it was dying down now to a sullen red。 They picked up
two shields to plete their disguise and then went on。
Down the great stairway they plodded。 The high chamber of the turret behind； where they had
met again； seemed almost homely： they were out in the open again now； and terror ran along the
walls。 All might be dead in the Tower of Cirith Ungol； but it was steeped in fear and evil still。
At length they came to the door upon the outer court； and they halted。 Even from where they
stood they felt the malice of the Watchers beating on them； black silent shapes on either side of the
gate through which the glare of Mordor dimly showed。 As they threaded their way among the
hideous bodies of the ores each step became more difficult。 Before they even reached the archway
they were brought to a stand。 To move an inch further was a pain and weariness to will and limb。
Frodo had no strength for such a battle。 He sank to the ground。 ‘I can't go on； Sam；' he
murmured。 ‘I'm going to faint。 I don't know what's e over me。'
‘I do； Mr。 Frodo。 Hold up now！ It's the gate。 There's some devilry there。 But I got through； and
I'm going to get out。 It can't be more dangerous than before。 Now for it！'
Sam drew out the elven…glass of Galadriel again。 As if to do honour to his hardihood； and to
grace with splendour his faithful brown hobbit…hand that had done such deeds； the phial blazed
forth suddenly； so that all the shadowy court was lit with a dazzling radiance like lightning； but it
remained steady and did not pass。
'_Gilthoniel； A Elbereth！_' Sam cried。 For； why he did not know； his thought sprang back
suddenly to the Elves in the Shire； and the song that drove away the Black Rider in the trees。
'_Aiya elenion ancalima！_' cried Frodo once again behind him。
The will of the Watchers was broken with a suddenness like the snapping of a cord； and Frodo
and Sam stumbled forward。 Then they ran。 Through the gate and past the great seated figures with
their glittering eyes。 There was a crack。 The keystone of the arch crashed almost on their heels； and
the wall above crumbled； and fell in ruin。 Only by a hair did they escape。 A bell clanged； and from
the Watchers there went up a high and dreadful wail。 Far up above in the darkness it was answered。
Out of the black sky there came dropping like a bolt a winged shape； rending the clouds with a
ghastly shriek。
_Chapter 2_
The Land of Shadow
Sam had just wits enough left to thrust the phial back into his breast。 'Run； Mr。 Frodo！' he cried。
'No； not that way！ There's a sheer drop over the wall。 Follow me！'
Down the road from the gate they fled。 In fifty paces； with a swift bend round a jutting bastion
of the cliff； it took them out of sight from the Tower。 They had escaped for the moment。 Cowering
back against the rock they drew breath； and then they clutched at their hearts。 Perching now on the
wall beside the ruined gate the Nazg？l sent out its deadly cries。 All the cliffs echoed。
In terror they stumbled on。 Soon the road bent sharply eastward again and exposed them for a
dreadful moment to view from the Tower。 As they flitted across they glanced back and saw the
great black shape upon the battlement； then they plunged down between high rock…walls in a
cutting that fell steeply to join the Morgul…road。 They came to the way…meeting。 There was still no
sign of orcs； nor of an answer to the cry of the Nazg？l； but they knew that the silence would not last
long。 At any moment now the hunt would begin。
'This won't do； Sam；' said Frodo。 'If we were real orcs； we ought to be dashing back to the Tower；
not running away。 The first enemy we meet will know us。 We must get off this road somehow。'
'But we can't；' said Sam； 'not without wings。'
The eastern faces of the Ephel Dúath were sheer； falling in cliff and precipice to the black
trough that lay between them and the inner ridge。 A short way beyond the way…meeting； after
another steep incline； a flying bridge of stone leapt over the chasm and bore the road across into the
tumbled slopes and glens of the Morgai。 With a desperate spurt Frodo and Sam dashed along the
bridge； but they had hardly reached its further end when they heard the hue and cry begin。 Away
behind them； now high above on the mountain…side； loomed the Tower of Cirith Ungol； its stones
glowing dully。 Suddenly its harsh bell clanged again； and then broke into a shattering peal。 Horns
sounded。 And now from beyond the bridge…end came answering cries。 Down in the dark trough； cut
off from the dying glare of Orodruin； Frodo and Sam could not see ahead； but already they heard
the tramp of iron…shod feet； and upon the road there rang the swift clatter of hoofs。
'Quick； Sam！ Over we go！' cried Frodo。 They scrambled on to the low parapet of the bridge。
Fortunately there was no longer any dreadful drop into the gulf； for the slopes of the Morgai had
already risen almost to the level of the road； but it was too dark for them to guess the depth of the
fall。
'Well； here goes； Mr。 Frodo；' said Sam。 'Good…bye！'
He let go。 Frodo followed。 And even as they fell they heard the rush of horsemen sweeping over
the bridge and the rattle of orc…feet running up behind。 But Sam would have laughed； if he had
dared。 Half fearing a breaking plunge down on to unseen rocks the hobbits landed； in a drop of no
more than a dozen feet； with a thud and a crunch into the last thing that they had expected： a tangle
of thorny bushes。 There Sam lay still； softly sucking a scratched hand。
When the sound of hoof and foot had passed he ventured a whisper。 'Bless me； Mr。 Frodo； but I
didn't know as anything grew in Mordor！ But if I had a'known； this is just what I'd have looked for。
These thorns must be a foot long by the feel of them； they've stuck through everything I've got on。
Wish I'd a'put that mail…shirt on！'
'Orc…mail doesn't keep these thorns out；' said Frodo。 'Not even a leather jerkin is any good。'
They had a struggle to get out of the thicket。 The thorns and briars were as tough as wire and as
clinging as claws。 Their cloaks were rent and tattered before they broke free at last。
'Now down we go； Sam；' Frodo whispered。 'Down into the valley quick； and then turn northward；
as soon as ever we can。'
Day was ing again in the world outside； and far beyond the glooms of Mordor the Sun was
climbing over the eastern rim of Middle…earth； but here all was still dark as night。 The Mountain
smouldered and its fires went out。 The glare faded from the cliffs。 The easterly wind that had been
blowing ever since they left Ithilien now seemed dead。 Slowly and painfully they clambered down；
groping； stumbling； scrambling among rock and briar and dead wood in the blind shadows； down
and down until they could go no further。
At length they stopped； and sat side by side； their backs against a boulder。 Both were sweating。
'If Shagrat himself was to offer me a glass of water； I'd shake his hand；' said Sam。
'Don't say such things！' said Frodo。 'It only makes it worse。' Then he stretched himself out； dizzy
and weary； and he spoke no more for a while。 At last with a struggle he got up again。 To his
amazement he found that Sam was asleep。 'Wake up； Sam！' he said。 'e on！ It's time we made
another effort。'
Sam scrambled to his feet。 'Well I never！' he said。 'I must have dropped off。 It's a long time； Mr。
Frodo； since I had a proper sleep； and my eyes just closed down on their own。'
Frodo now led the way； northward as near as he could guess； among the stones and boulders
lying thick at the bottom of the great ravine。 But presently he stopped again。
'It's no good； Sam；' he said。 'I can't manage it。 This mail…shirt； I mean。 Not in my present