The Two Towers. Джон Роналд Руэл Толкин

have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.’

       ‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,

       But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.’

      Then Legolas sang:

       From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;

       The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.

       ‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

       Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’

       ‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie

       On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;

       So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.

       Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’

       ‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,

       But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.’

      Then Aragorn sang again:

       From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;

       And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.

       ‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?

       What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’

       ‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.

       His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.

       His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;

       And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.’

       ‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze

       To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’

      So they ended. Then they turned their boat and drove it with all the speed they could against the stream back to Parth Galen.

      ‘You left the East Wind to me,’ said Gimli, ‘but I will say naught of it.’

      ‘That is as it should be,’ said Aragorn. ‘In Minas Tirith they endure the East Wind, but they do not ask it for tidings. But now Boromir has taken his road, and we must make haste to choose our own.’

      He surveyed the green lawn, quickly but thoroughly, stooping often to the earth. ‘No Orcs have been on this ground,’ he said. ‘Otherwise nothing can be made out for certain. All our footprints are here, crossing and re-crossing. I cannot tell whether any of the hobbits have come back since the search for Frodo began.’ He returned to the bank, close to where the rill from the spring trickled out into the River. ‘There are some clear prints here,’ he said. ‘A hobbit waded out into the water and back; but I cannot say how long ago.’

      ‘How then do you read this riddle?’ asked Gimli.

      Aragorn did not answer at once, but went back to the camping-place and looked at the baggage. ‘Two packs are missing,’ he said, ‘and one is certainly Sam’s: it was rather large and heavy. This then is the answer: Frodo has gone by boat, and his servant has gone with him. Frodo must have returned while we were all away. I met Sam going up the hill and told him to follow me; but plainly he did not do so. He guessed his master’s mind and came back here before Frodo had gone. He did not find it easy to leave Sam behind!’

      ‘But why should he leave us behind, and without a word?’ said Gimli. ‘That was a strange deed!’

      ‘And a brave deed,’ said Aragorn. ‘Sam was right, I think. Frodo did not wish to lead any friend to death with him in Mordor. But he knew that he must go himself. Something happened after he left us that overcame his fear and doubt.’

      ‘Maybe hunting Orcs came on him and he fled,’ said Legolas.

      ‘He fled, certainly,’ said Aragorn, ‘but not, I think, from Orcs.’ What he thought was the cause of Frodo’s sudden resolve and flight Aragorn did not say. The last words of Boromir he long kept secret.

      ‘Well, so much at least is now clear,’ said Legolas: ‘Frodo is no longer on this side of the River: only he can have taken the boat. And Sam is with him; only he would have taken his pack.’

      ‘Our choice then,’ said Gimli, ‘is either to take the remaining boat and follow Frodo, or else to follow the Orcs on foot. There is little hope either way. We have already lost precious hours.’

      ‘Let me think!’ said Aragorn. ‘And now may I make a right choice, and change the evil fate of this unhappy day!’ He stood silent for a moment. ‘I will follow the Orcs,’ he said at last. ‘I would have guided Frodo to Mordor and gone with him to the end; but if I seek him now in the wilderness, I must abandon the captives to torment and death. My heart speaks clearly at last: the fate of the Bearer is in my hands no longer. The Company has played its part. Yet we that remain cannot forsake our companions while we have strength left. Come! We will go now. Leave all that can be spared behind! We will press on by day and dark!’

      They drew up the last boat and carried it to the trees. They laid beneath it such of their goods as they did not need and could not carry away. Then they left Parth Galen. The afternoon was fading as they came back to the glade where Boromir had fallen. There they picked up the trail of the Orcs. It needed little skill to find.

      ‘No other folk make such a trampling,’ said Legolas. ‘It seems their delight to slash and beat down growing things that are not even in their way.’

      ‘But they go with a great speed for all that,’ said Aragorn, ‘and they do not tire. And later we may have to search for our path in hard bare lands.’

      ‘Well, after them!’ said Gimli. ‘Dwarves too can go swiftly, and they do not tire sooner than Orcs. But it will be a long chase: they have a long start.’

      ‘Yes,’ said Aragorn, ‘we shall all need the endurance of Dwarves. But come! With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter! We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel among the Three Kindreds: Elves, Dwarves, and Men. Forth the Three Hunters!’

      Like a deer he sprang away. Through the trees he sped. On and on he led them, tireless and swift, now that his mind was at last made up. The woods about the lake they left behind. Long slopes they climbed, dark, hard-edged against the sky already red with sunset. Dusk came. They passed away, grey shadows in a stony land.

       Chapter 2

       THE RIDERS OF ROHAN

      Dusk deepened. Mist lay behind them among the trees below, and brooded on the pale margins of the Anduin, but the sky was clear. Stars came out. The waxing moon was riding in the West, and the shadows of the rocks were black. They had come to the feet of stony hills, and their pace was slower, for the trail was no longer easy to follow. Here the highlands of the Emyn Muil ran from North to South in two long tumbled ridges. The western side of each ridge was steep and difficult, but the eastward slopes were gentler, furrowed with many gullies and narrow ravines. All night the three companions scrambled in this bony land, climbing to the crest of the first and tallest ridge, and down again into the darkness of a