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　aloud　his　thought　that　whatever　it　was　that　dwelt　in　the　lake；　it　had　seized　on　Frodo　first　among　all　the　pany。
　　　Boromir　muttered　under　his　breath；　but　the　echoing　stone　magnified　the　sound　to　a　hoarse　whisper　that　all　could　hear：　‘In　the　deep　places　of　the　world！　And　thither　we　are　going　against　my　wish。　Who　will　lead　us　now　in　this　deadly　dark？　'
　　　'I　will；'　said　Gandalf；　'and　Gimli　shall　walk　with　me。　Follow　my　staff！　'
　　　As　the　wizard　passed　on　ahead　up　the　great　steps；　he　held　his　staff　aloft；　and　from　its　tip　there　came　a　faint　radiance。　The　wide　stairway　was　sound　and　undamaged。　Two　hundred　steps　they　counted；　broad　and　shallow；　and　at　the　top　they　found　an　arched　passage　with　a　level　floor　leading　on　into　the　dark。
　　　‘Let　us　sit　and　rest　and　have　something　to　eat；　here　on　the　landing；　since　we　can't　find　a　dining…room！　'　said　Frodo。　He　had　begun　to　shake　off　the　terror　of　the　clutching　arm；　and　suddenly　he　felt　extremely　hungry。
　　　The　proposal　was　weled　by　all；　and　they　sat　down　on　the　upper　steps；　dim　figures　in　the　gloom。　After　they　had　eaten；　Gandalf　gave　them　each　a　third　sip　of　the　miruvor　of　Rivendell。
　　　‘It　will　not　last　much　longer；　I　am　afraid；'　he　said；　'but　I　think　we　need　it　after　that　horror　at　the　gate。　And　unless　we　have　great　luck；　we　shall　need　all　that　is　left　before　we　see　the　other　side！　Go　carefully　with　the　water；　too！　There　are　many　streams　and　wells　in　the　Mines；　but　they　should　not　be　touched。　We　may　not　have　a　chance　of　filling　our　skins　and　bottles　till　we　e　down　into　Dimrill　Dale。'
　　　'How　long　is　that　going　to　take　us？　'　asked　Frodo。
　　　'I　cannot　say；'　answered　Gandalf。　'It　depends　on　many　chances。　But　going　straight；　without　mishap　or　losing　our　way；　we　shall　take　three　or　four　marches；　I　expect。　It　cannot　be　less　than　forty　miles　from　West…door　to　East…gate　in　a　direct　line；　and　the　road　may　wind　much。'
　　　After　only　a　brief　rest　they　started　on　their　way　again。　All　were　eager　to　get　the　journey　over　as　quickly　as　possible；　and　were　willing；　tired　as　they　were；　to　go　on　marching　still　for　several　hours。　Gandalf　walked　in　front　as　before。　In　his　left　hand　he　held　up　his　glimmering　staff；　the　light　of　which　just　showed　the　ground　before　his　feet；　in　his　right　he　held　his　sword　Glamdring。　Behind　him　came　Gimli；　his　eyes　glinting　in　the　dim　light　as　he　turned　his　head　from　side　to　side。　Behind　the　dwarf　walked　Frodo；　and　he　had　drawn　the　short　sword；　Sting。　No　gleam　came　from　the　blades　of　Sting　or　of　Glamdring；　and　that　was　some　fort；　for　being　the　work　of　Elvish　smiths　in　the　Elder　Days　these　swords　shone　with　a　cold　light；　if　any　Orcs　were　near　at　hand。　Behind　Frodo　went　Sam；　and　after　him　Legolas；　and　the　young　hobbits；　and　Boromir。　In　the　dark　at　the　rear；　grim　and　silent；　walked　Aragorn。
　　　The　passage　twisted　round　a　few　turns；　and　then　began　to　descend。　It　went　steadily　down　for　a　long　while　before　it　became　level　once　again。　The　air　grew　hot　and　stifling；　but　it　was　not　foul；　and　at　times　they　felt　currents　of　cooler　air　upon　their　faces；　issuing　from　half…guessed　openings　in　the　walls。　There　were　many　of　these。　In　the　pale　ray　of　the　wizard's　staff；　Frodo　caught　glimpses　of　stairs　and　arches　and　of　other　passages　and　tunnels；　sloping　up；　or　running　steeply　down；　or　opening　blankly　dark　on　either　side。　It　was　bewildering　beyond　hope　of　remembering。
　　　Gimli　aided　Gandalf　very　little；　except　by　his　stout　courage。　At　least　he　was　not；　as　were　most　of　the　others；　troubled　by　the　mere　darkness　in　itself。　Often　the　wizard　consulted　him　at　points　where　the　choice　of　way　was　doubtful；　but　it　was　always　Gandalf　who　had　the　final　word。　The　Mines　of　Moria　were　vast　and　intricate　beyond　the　imagination　of　Gimli；　Glóin's　son；　dwarf　of　the　mountain…race　though　he　was。　To　Gandalf　the　far…off　memories　of　a　journey　long　before　were　now　of　little　help；　but　even　in　the　gloom　and　despite　all　windings　of　the　road　he　knew　whither　he　wished　to　go；　and　he　did　not　falter；　as　long　as　there　was　a　path　that　led　towards　his　goal。
　　　‘Do　not　be　afraid！　'　said　Aragorn。　There　was　a　pause　longer　than　usual；　and　Gandalf　and　Gimli　were　whispering　together；　the　others　were　crowded　behind；　waiting　anxiously。　‘Do　not　be　afraid！　I　have　been　with　him　on　many　a　journey；　if　never　on　one　so　dark；　and　there　are　tales　of　Rivendell　of　greater　deeds　of　his　than　any　that　I　have　seen。　He　will　not　go　astray…if　there　is　any　path　to　find。　He　has　led　us　in　here　against　our　fears；　but　he　will　lead　us　out　again；　at　whatever　cost　to　himself。　He　is　surer　of　finding　the　way　home　in　a　blind　night　than　the　cats　of　Queen　Berúthiel。'
　　　It　was　well　for　the　pany　that　they　had　such　a　guide。　They　had　no　fuel　nor　any　means　of　making　torches；　in　the　desperate　scramble　at　the　doors　many　things　had　been　left　behind。　But　without　any　light　they　would　soon　have　e　to　grief。　There　were　not　only　many　roads　to　choose　from；　there　were　also　in　many　places　holes　and　pitfalls；　and　dark　wells　beside　the　path　in　which　their　passing　feet　echoed。　There　were　fissures　and　chasms　in　the　walls　and　floor；　and　every　now　and　then　a　crack　would　open　right　before　their　feet。　The　widest　was　more　than　seven　feet　across；　and　it　was　long　before　Pippin　could　summon　enough　courage　to　leap　over　the　dreadful　gap。　The　noise　of　churning　water　came　up　from　far　below；　as　if　some　great　mill…wheel　was　turning　in　the　depths。
　　　‘Rope！　'　muttered　Sam。　‘I　knew　I'd　want　it；　if　I　hadn't　got　it！　'
　　　As　these　dangers　became　more　frequent　their　march　became　slower。　Already　they　seemed　to　have　been　tramping　on；　on；　endlessly　to　the　mountains'　roots。　They　were　more　than　weary；　and　yet　there　seemed　no　fort　in　the　thought　of　halting　anywhere。　Frodo's　spirits　had　risen　for　a　while　after　his　escape；　and　after　food　and　a　draught　of　the　cordial；　but　now　a　deep　uneasiness；　growing　to　dread；　crept　over　him　again。　Though　he　had　been　healed　in　Rivendell　of　the　knife…stroke；　that　grim　wound　had　not　been　without　effect。　His　senses　were　sharper　and　more　aware　of　things　that　could　not　be　seen。　One　sign　of　change　that　he　soon　had　noticed　was　that　he　could　see　more　in　the　dark　than　any　of　his　panions；　save　perhaps　Gandalf。　And　he　was　in　any　case　the　bearer　of　the　Ring：　it　hung　upon　its　chain　against　his　breast；　and　at　whiles　it　seemed　a　heavy　weight。　He　felt　the　certainty　of　evil　ahead　and　of　evil　following；　but　he　said　nothing。　He　gripped　tighter　on　the　hilt　of　his　sword　and　went　on　doggedly。
　　　The　pany　behind　him　spoke　seldom；　and　then　only　in　hurried　whispers。　There　was　no　sound　but　the　sound　of　their　own　feet；　the　dull　stump　of　Gimli's　dwarf…boots；　the　heavy　tread　of　Boromir；　the　light　step　of　Legolas；　the　soft；　scarce…heard　patter　of　hobbit…feet；　and　in　the　rear　the　slow　firm　footfalls　of　Aragorn　with　his　long　stride。　When　they　halted　for　a　moment　they　heard　nothing　at　all；　unless　it　were　occasionally　a　faint　trickle　and　drip　of　unseen　water。　Yet　Frodo　began　to　hear；　or　to　imagine　that　he　heard；　something　else：　like　the　faint　fall　of　soft　bare　feet。　It　was　never　loud　enough；　or　near　enough；　for　him　to　feel　certain　that　he　heard　it；　but　once　it　had　started　it　never　stopped；　while　the　pany　was　moving。　But　it　was　not　an　echo；　for　when　they　halted　it　pattered　on　for　a　little　all　by　itself；　and　then　grew　still。
　　　It　was　after　nightfall　when　they　had　entered　the　Mines。　They　had　been　going　for　several　hours　with　only　brief　halts；　when　Gandalf　came　to　his　first　serious　check。　Before　him　stood　a　wide　dark　arch　opening　into　three　passages：　all　led　in　the　same　general　direction；　eastwards；　but　the　left…hand　passage　plunged　down；　while　the　right…hand　climbed　up；　and　the　middle　way　seemed　to　run　on；　smooth　and　level　but　very　narrow。
　　　'I　have　no　memory　of　this　place　at　all！　'　said　Gandalf；　standing　uncertainly　under　the　arch。　He　held　up　his　staff　in　the　hope　of　finding　some　marks　or　inscription　that　might　help　his　choice；　but　nothing　of　the　kind　was　to　be　seen。　‘I　am　too　weary　to　decide；'　he　said；　shaking　his　head。　‘And　I　expect　that　you　are　all　as　weary　as　I　am；　or　wearier。　We　had　better　halt　here　for　what　is　left　of　the　night。　You　know　what　I　mean！　In　here　it　is　ever　dark；　but　outside　the　late　Moon　is　riding　westward　and　the　middle…night　has　passed。'
　　　‘Poor　old　Bill！　'　said　Sam。　'I　wonder　whe