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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 of 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。 Bilbo's rhymes that came into his
mind like fleeting glimpses of the country of his home。 And then suddenly new strength rose 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。
Though here at journey's 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 I'll e and deal with you。
D'you hear？'
There was no answer。
'All right；' growled Snaga。 ‘But I'll e and have a look at you all the same； and see what
you're up to。'
The hinges creaked again； and Sam； now peering over the corner of the passage…threshold； saw a
flicker of light in an open doorway； and the dim shape of an orc ing out。 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 you'll pay for it！ You've not got long to live in peace； I guess； but if you don't
want the fun to begin right now； keep your trap shut； see？ There's a reminder for you！' There was a
sound like the crack of a whip。
At that rage blazed in Sam's 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 chamber。 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。 Sam's next blow went wide； and thrown off his balance he fell
backwards； clutching at the orc as it 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。
He was naked； lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags： his arm was flung up； shielding his
head； and across his side there ran an ugly whip…weal。
‘Frodo！ Mr。 Frodo； my dear！' cried Sam； tears almost blinding him。 ‘It's Sam； I've e！' He
half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast。 Frodo opened his eyes。
‘Am I still dreaming？' he muttered。 ‘But the other dreams were horrible。'
‘You're not dreaming at all； Master；' said Sam。 ‘It's real。 It's me。 I've e。'
‘I can hardly believe it；' said Frodo； clutching him。 ‘There was an orc with a whip； and then it
turns into Sam！ Then I wasn't dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below； and I tried
to answer？ Was it you？'
'It was indeed； Mr。 Frodo。 I'd given up hope； almost。 I couldn't find you。
Well； you have now； Sam； dear Sam； said Frodo； and he la back in Sam's 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 Frodo's forehead。
‘e！ Wake up Mr。 Frodo！' he said； trying to sound as cheerful as he had when he drew back the
curtains at Bag End on a summer's morning。
Frodo sighed and sat up。 ‘Where are we？ How did I get here？' he asked。
'There's no time for tales till we get somewhere else； Mr。 Frodo；' said Sam。 ‘But you're in the top
of that tower you and me saw from away down by the tunnel before the orcs got you。 How long ago
that was I don't know。 More than a day； I guess。'
‘Only that？' said Frodo。 ‘It seems weeks。 You must tell me all about it； if we get a chance。
Something hit me； didn't 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。 I'll never forget their claws and
eyes。'
‘You won't； if you talk about them； Mr。 Frodo；' said Sam。 'And if we don't want to see them
again； the sooner we get going the better。 Can you walk？'
‘Yes； I can walk；' said Frodo； getting up slowly。 'I am not hurt Sam。 Only I feel very tired； and
I've a pain h