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heard the whip crack.
Swift as lightning Sam slipped inside. He longed to stab the
Orc but wisely restrained himself. In the light of [the torch o]
the small East window he saw Frodo lying on the bare stone -
his arms over his face [?guarding] from the whip blow. Mutter-
ing the orc went out and closed the door.
Frodo groaned and turned over uncovering his face - still pale
from the poison. 'Why do dreams cheat me?' he said. 'I thought
I heard a voice singing the song of Elbereth! '
'You were not dreaming!' said Sam. 'It is me, master.' He
drew off the Ring.
But Frodo felt a great hatred well up in his heart. Before him
there stood a small orc, bowlegged, leering at him out of a
gloating face. It reminded him faintly of some one he had once
known and loved - or hated. He stood up. 'Thief!' he cried.
'Give it to me.'
Sam was greatly taken aback: and stepped away, so sudden
and grim was his master's face. 'The poor dear is still
mithered,'(29) he thought.
'Surely, Master Frodo. I have come behind as quick as I could
just for to give it you.' And with that he gave the ring into
Frodo's snatching hand, and took the chain from about his
neck. [Only for two days had he been Ringbearer, yet he felt a
curious regret as it left him.] (30)
'Sam! ' cried Frodo. 'Sam! my dear old Sam. How did you
come here? I thought' - and then he leant upon Sam and wept
long. 'I thought,' he said again at last. 'Well never mind. I
thought I was lost and that they had taken the Ring and all was
in ruin. How did you get it - tell me.'
'Not by thieving,' said Sam with an effort at a smile. 'Or not
exactly. I took it when I thought you were gone, Master. Yes, I
thought you were dead for certain away back in that Kirith

place, with those crawling horrors. That was a black hour,
Master Frodo, but it seemed to me that Sam had got to carry on
- if he could.' Then he told the tale of the attack and how he had
followed. 'And it is in a place called Minas Morgul that we are,'
he said, 'and not for a small mercy in the Dark Tower itself,
leastways not yet. But Minas whatever it be: we have got to get
out quick. And how, I don't see.'
They talked it over long in whispering voices. 'The Ring
won't cover two,' said Sam; 'and I think you won't want to part
from it again. Anyhow the Ring is yours, master,' said Sam.
'Once out of here you can get away fairly easy, so long as none
of the Ring-wraiths or Black Riders turn up, or something
worse. There is some nasty eyes in this town, or the pricking of
my skin is merely the shivers of a cold coming on. My advice to
you is to leg it as quick as may be.'
'And you?' said Frodo.
'0, me,' said Sam. 'That can't be helped. I may find a way