"GL3" - читать интересную книгу автора (vol07)

At night Sam keeps watch, only pretending to be asleep. He
hears Gollum muttering to himself, words of hatred for Frodo
and lust for the Ring.
The three companions now approach Kirith Ungol, the
dreadful ravine which leads into Gorgoroth. Kirith Ungol
means Spider Glen: there dwelt great spiders, greater than those



of Mirkwood, such as were once of old in the land of Elves and
Men in the West that is now under sea, such as Beren fought in
the dark canons of the Mountains of Terror above Doriath.
Already Gollum knew these creatures well. He slips away. The
spiders come and weave their nets over Frodo while Sam sleeps:
sting Frodo. Sam wakes, and sees Frodo lying pale as death -
greenish: reminding him of the faces in the pools of the marshes.
He cannot rouse or wake him.(20)
The idea suddenly comes to Sam to carry on the work, and he
felt for the Ring. He could not unclasp it, nor cut the chain, but
he drew the chain over Frodo's head. As he did so he fancied he
felt a tremor (sigh or shudder) pass through the body; but when
he paused he could not feel any heart-beat. Sam put the Ring
round his own neck.
[Suddenly the Orc-guard of the Pass, guided by Gollum,
comes upon them. Sam takes Galadriel's present to Frodo - the
phial of light. Sam slips on the Ring, and attempts to fight
unseen to defend Frodo's body; but gets knocked down and
nearly trampled to death. The Orcs rejoicing pick up Frodo and
bear him away, after searching in vain (but only a short while)
for 'the other hobbit' reported by Gollum.]

This last paragraph, which I have bracketed, was struck through
with a direction to replace it by the following much longer passage on
a separate page. It is clear, however, that this replacement was not
written significantly later.(21)

Then he sat and made a Lament for Frodo. After that he put
away his tears and thought what he could do. He could not
leave his dear master lying in the wild for the fell beasts and
carrion birds; and he thought he would try and build a cairn of
stones about him. 'The silver mail of mithril rings shall be his
winding-sheet,' he said. 'But I will lay the phial of Lady
Galadriel upon his breast, and Sting shall be at his side.'
He laid Frodo upon his back and crossed his arms on his
breast and set Sting at his side. And as he drew out the phial it
blazed with light. It lit Frodo's face and it looked now pale but
beautiful, fair with [an] elvish beauty as of one long past the
shadows. 'Farewell, Frodo,' said Sam; and his tears fell on
Frodo's hands.
[But] at that moment there was a sound of strong footfalls