The Lord of the Rings-指环王(英文版)-第47章

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eemed　to　grow　lighter　about　him；　as　if　a　cloud　had　been　withdrawn。　He　saw　his　friends'　faces　more　clearly　again；　and　a　measure　of　new　hope　and　strength　returned。

'You　shall　ride　my　horse；'　said　Glorfindel。　'I　will　shorten　the　stirrups　up　to　the　saddleskins；　and　you　must　sit　as　tight　as　you　can。　But　you　need　not　fear：　my　horse　will　not　let　any　rider　fall　that　I　mand　him　to　bear。　His　pace　is　light　and　smooth；　and　if　danger　presses　too　near；　he　will　bear　you　away　with　a　speed　that　even　the　black　steeds　of　the　enemy　cannot　rival。'

'No；　he　will　not！'　said　Frodo。　'I　shall　not　ride　him；　if　I　am　to　be　carried　off　to　Rivendell　or　anywhere　else；　leaving　my　friends　behind　in　danger。'

Glorfindel　smiled。　'I　doubt　very　much；'　he　said；　'if　your　friends　would　be　in　danger　if　you　were　not　with　them！　The　pursuit　would　follow　you　and　leave　us　in　peace；　I　think。　It　is　you；　Frodo；　and　that　which　you　bear　that　brings　us　all　in　peril。'

To　that　Frodo　had　no　answer；　and　he　was　persuaded　to　mount　Glorfindel's　white　horse。　The　pony　was　laden　instead　with　a　great　part　of　the　others'　burdens；　so　that　they　now　marched　lighter；　and　for　a　time　made　good　speed；　but　the　hobbits　began　to　find　it　hard　to　keep　up　with　the　swift　tireless　feet　of　the　Elf。　On　he　led　them；　into　the　mouth　of　darkness；　and　still　on　under　the　deep　clouded　night。　There　was　neither　star　nor　moon。　Not　until　the　grey　of　dawn　did　he　allow　them　to　halt。　Pippin；　Merry；　and　Sam　were　by　that　time　nearly　asleep　on　their　stumbling　legs；　and　even　Strider　seemed　by　the　sag　of　his　shoulders　to　be　weary。　Frodo　sat　upon　the　horse　in　a　dark　dream。

They　cast　themselves　down　in　the　heather　a　few　yards　from　the　roadside；　and　fell　asleep　immediately。　They　seemed　hardly　to　have　closed　their　eyes　when　Glorfindel；　who　had　set　himself　to　watch　while　they　slept；　awoke　them　again。　The　sun　had　now　climbed　far　into　the　morning；　and　the　clouds　and　mists　of　the　night　were　gone。

'Drink　this！'　said　Glorfindel　to　them；　pouring　for　each　in　turn　a　little　liquor　from　his　silverstudded　flask　of　leather。　It　was　clear　as　spring　water　and　had　no　taste；　and　it　did　not　feel　either　cool　or　warm　in　the　mouth；　but　strength　and　vigour　seemed　to　flow　into　all　their　limbs　as　they　drank　it。　Eaten　after　that　draught　the　stale　bread　and　dried　fruit　（which　was　now　all　that　they　had　left）　seemed　to　satisfy　their　hunger　better　than　many　a　good　breakfast　in　the　Shire　had　done。

They　had　rested　rather　less　than　five　hours　when　they　took　to　the　Road　again。　Glorfindel　still　urged　them　on；　and　only　allowed　two　brief　halts　during　the　day's　march。　In　this　way　they　covered　almost　twenty　miles　before　nightfall；　and　came　to　a　point　where　the　Road　bent　right　and　ran　down　towards　the　bottom　of　the　valley；　now　making　straight　for　the　Bruinen。　So　far　there　had　been　no　sign　or　sound　of　pursuit　that　the　hobbits　could　see　or　hear；　but　often　Glorfindel　would　halt　and　listen　for　a　moment；　if　they　lagged　behind；　and　a　look　of　anxiety　clouded　his　face。　Once　or　twice　he　spoke　to　Strider　in　the　elftongue。

But　however　anxious　their　guides　might　be；　it　was　plain　that　the　hobbits　could　go　no　further　that　night。　They　were　stumbling　along　dizzy　with　weariness；　and　unable　to　think　of　anything　but　their　feet　and　legs。　Frodo's　pain　had　redoubled；　and　during　the　day　things　about　him　faded　to　shadows　of　ghostly　grey。　He　almost　weled　the　ing　of　night；　for　then　the　world　seemed　less　pale　and　empty。

The　hobbits　were　still　weary；　when　they　set　out　again　early　next　morning。　There　were　many　miles　yet　to　go　between　them　and　the　Ford；　and　they　hobbled　forward　at　the　best　pace　they　could　manage。

'Our　peril　will　be　greatest　just　ere　we　reach　the　river；'　said　Glorfindel；　'for　my　heart　warns　me　that　the　pursuit　is　now　swift　behind　us；　and　other　danger　may　be　waiting　by　the　Ford。'

The　Road　was　still　running　steadily　downhill；　and　there　was　now　in　places　much　grass　at　either　side；　in　which　the　hobbits　walked　when　they　could；　to　ease　their　tired　feet。　In　the　late　afternoon　they　came　to　a　place　where　the　Road　went　suddenly　under　the　dark　shadow　of　tall　pirees；　and　then　plunged　into　a　deep　cutting　with　steep　moist　walls　of　red　stone。　Echoes　ran　along　as　they　hurried　forward；　and　there　seemed　to　be　a　sound　of　many　footfalls　following　their　own。　All　at　once；　as　if　through　a　gate　of　light；　the　Road　ran　out　again　from　the　end　of　the　tunnel　into　the　open。　There　at　the　bottom　of　a　sharp　incline　they　saw　before　them　a　long　flat　mile；　and　beyond　that　the　Ford　of　Rivendell。　On　the　further　side　was　a　steep　brown　bank；　threaded　by　a　winding　path；　and　behind　that　the　tall　mountains　climbed；　shoulder　above　shoulder；　and　peak　beyond　peak；　into　the　fading　sky。

There　was　still　an　echo　as　of　following　feet　in　the　cutting　behind　them；　a　rushing　noise　as　if　a　wind　were　rising　and　pouring　through　the　branches　of　the　pines。　One　moment　Glorfindel　turned　and　listened；　then　he　sprang　forward　with　a　loud　cry。

'Fly！'　he　called。　'Fly！　The　enemy　is　upon　us！'

The　white　horse　leaped　forward。　The　hobbits　ran　down　the　slope。　Glorfindel　and　Strider　followed　as　rearguard。　They　were　only　half　way　across　the　flat；　when　suddenly　there　was　a　noise　of　horses　galloping。　Out　of　the　gate　in　the　trees　that　they　had　just　left　rode　a　Black　Rider。　He　reined　his　horse　in；　and　halted；　swaying　in　his　saddle。　Another　followed　him；　and　then　another；　then　again　two　more。

'Ride　forward！　Ride！'　cried　Glorfindel　to　Frodo。

He　did　not　obey　at　once；　for　a　strange　reluctance　seized　him。　Checking　the　horse　to　a　walk；　he　turned　and　looked　back。　The　Riders　seemed　to　sit　upon　their　great　steeds　like　threatening　statues　upon　a　hill；　dark　and　solid；　while　all　the　woods　and　land　about　them　receded　as　if　into　a　mist。　Suddenly　he　knew　in　his　heart　that　they　were　silently　manding　him　to　wait。　Then　at　once　fear　and　hatred　awoke　in　him。　His　hand　left　the　bridle　and　gripped　the　hilt　of　his　sword；　and　with　a　red　flash　he　drew　it。

'Ride　on！　Ride　on！'　cried　Glorfindel；　and　then　loud　and　clear　he　called　to　the　horse　in　the　elftongue：　noro　lim；　noro　lim；　Asfaloth！

At　once　the　white　horse　sprang　away　and　sped　like　the　wind　along　the　last　lap　of　the　Road。　At　the　same　moment　the　black　horses　leaped　down　the　hill　in　pursuit；　and　from　the　Riders　came　a　terrible　cry；　such　as　Frodo　had　heard　filling　the　woods　with　horror　in　the　Eastfarthing　far　away。　It　was　answered；　and　to　the　dismay　of　Frodo　and　his　friends　out　from　the　trees　and　rocks　away　on　the　left　four　other　Riders　came　flying。　Two　rode　towards　Frodo：　two　galloped　madly　towards　the　Ford　to　cut　off　his　escape。　They　seemed　to　him　to　run　like　the　wind　and　to　grow　swiftly　larger　and　darker；　as　their　courses　converged　with　his。

Frodo　looked　back　for　a　moment　over　his　shoulder。　He　could　no　longer　see　his　friends。　The　Riders　behind　were　falling　back：　even　their　great　steeds　were　no　match　in　speed　for　the　white　elfhorse　of　Glorfindel。　He　looked　forward　again；　and　hope　faded。　There　seemed　no　chance　of　reaching　the　Ford　before　he　was　cut　off　by　the　others　that　had　lain　in　ambush。　He　could　see　them　clearly　now：　they　appeared　to　have　cast　aside　their　hoods　and　black　cloaks；　and　they　were　robed　in　white　and　grey。　Swords　were　naked　in　their　pale　hands；　helms　were　on　their　heads。　Their　cold　eyes　glittered；　and　they　called　to　him　with　fell　voices。

Fear　now　filled　all　Frodo's　mind。　He　thought　no　longer　of　his　sword。　No　cry　came　from　him。　He　shut　his　eyes　and　clung　to　the　horse's　mane。　The　wind　whistled　in　his　ears；　and　the　bells　upon　the　harness　rang　wild　and　shrill。　A　breath　of　deadly　cold　pierced　him　like　a　spear；　as　with　a　last　spurt；　like　a　flash　of　white　fire；　the　elfhorse　speeding　as　if　on　wings；　passed　right　before　the　face　of　the　foremost　Rider。

Frodo　heard　the　splash　of　water。　It　foamed　about　his　feet。　He　felt　the　quick　heave　and　surge　as　the　horse　left　the　river　and　struggled　up　the　stony　path。　He　was　climbing　the　steep　bank。　He　was　across　the　Ford。

But　the　pursuers　were　close　behind。　At　the　top　of　the　bank　the　horse　halted　and　turned　about　neighing　fiercely。　There　were　Nine　Riders　at　the　water's　edge　below；　and　Frodo's　spirit　quailed　before　the　threat　of　their　uplifted　faces。　He　knew　of　nothing　that　would　prevent　them　from　crossing　as　easily　as　he　had　done；　and　he　felt　that　it　was　useless　to　try　to　escape　over　the　long　uncertain　path　from　the　Ford　to　the　edge　of　Rivendell；　if　once　the　Riders　crossed。　In　any　case　he　felt　that　he　was　manded　urgently　to　halt。　Hatred　again　stirred　in　him；　but　he　had　no　longer　the　strength　to　refuse。

Suddenly　the　foremost　Rider　spurred　his　horse　forward。　It　checked　at　the　water　and　reared　up。　With　a　great　effort　Frodo　sat　upright　and　brandished　his　sword。

'Go　back！'　he　cried。　'Go　back　to　the　Land　of　Mordor；　and　follow　me　no　more！　'　His　voice　sounded　thin　and　shrill　in　his　own　ears。　The　Riders　halted；　but　Frodo　had　not　the　power　of　Bombadil。　His　enemies　laughed　at　him　with　a　harsh　and　chilling　laughter。　'e　back！　e　back！'　they　called。　'To　Mordor　we　will　take　you！'

'Go　back！'　he　whispered。

'The　Ring！　The　Ring！'　they　cried　with　deadly　voices；　and　immediately　their　leader　urged　his　horse　forward　into　the　water；　followed　closely　by　two　others。

'By　Elbereth　and　Lúthien　the　Fair；'　said　Frodo　with　a　last　effort；　lifting　up　his　sword；　'you　shall　have　neither　the　Ring　nor　me！'

Then　the　leader；　who　was　now　half　across　the　Ford；　stood　up　menacing　in　his　stirrups；　and　raised　up　his　hand。　Frodo　was　stricken　dumb。　He　felt　his　tongue　cleave　to　his　mouth；　and　his　heart　labouring。　His　sword　broke　and　fell　out　of　his　shaking　hand。　The　elfhorse　reared　and　snorted。　The　foremost　of　the　black　horses　had　almost　set　foot　upon　the　shore。

At　that　moment　there　came　a　roaring　and　a　rushing：　a　noise　of　loud　waters　rolling　many　stones。　Dimly　Frodo　saw　the　river　below　him　rise；　and　down　along　its　course　there　came　a　plumed　cavalry　of　waves。　White　flames　seemed　to　Frodo　to　flicker　on　their　crests　and　he　half　fancied　that　he　saw　amid　the　water　white　riders　upon　white　horses　with　frothing　manes。　The　three　Riders　that　were　still　in　the　midst　of　the　Ford　were　overwhelmed：　they　disappeared；　buried　suddenly　under　angry　foam。　Those　that　were　behind　drew　back　in　dismay。

With　his　last　failing　senses　Frodo　heard　cries；　and　it　seemed　to　him　that　he　saw；　beyond　the