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 state。
Even my mithril…coat seemed heavy when I was tired。 This is far heavier。 And what's the use of it？
We shan't win through by fighting。'
'But we may have some to do；' said Sam。 'And there's knives and stray arrows。 That Gollum isn't
dead； for one thing。 I don't like to think of you with naught but a bit of leather between you and a
stab in the dark。'
'Look here； Sam dear lad；' said Frodo： 'I am tired； weary； I haven't a hope left。 But I have to go
on trying to get to the Mountain； as long as I can move。 The Ring is enough。 This extra weight is
killing me。 It must go。 But don't think I'm ungrateful。 I hate to think of the foul work you must have
had among the bodies to find it for me。'
'Don't talk about it； Mr。 Frodo。 Bless you！ I'd carry you on my back； if I could。 Let it go then！'
Frodo laid aside his cloak and took off the orc…mail and flung it away。 He shivered a little。 'What
I really need is something warm；' he said。 'It's gone cold； or else I've caught a chill。'
'You can have my cloak； Mr。 Frodo；' said Sam。 He unslung his pack and took out the elven…
cloak。 'How's this； Mr。 Frodo？' he said。 'You wrap that orc…rag close round you； and put the belt
outside it。 Then this can go over all。 It don't look quite orc…fashion； but it'll keep you warmer； and I
daresay it'll keep you from harm better than any other gear。 It was made by the Lady。'
Frodo took the cloak and fastened the brooch。 'That's better！' he said。 'I feel much lighter。 I can
go on now。 But this blind dark seems to be getting into my heart。 As I lay in prison； Sam。 I tried to
remember the Brandywine； and Woody End； and The Water running through the mill at Hobbiton。
But I can't see them now。'
'There now； Mr。 Frodo； it's you that's talking of water this time！' said Sam。 'If only the Lady
could see us or hear us； I'd say to her： Your Ladyship； all we want is light and water： just clean
water and plain daylight； better than any j