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of large size。 As they passed overhead； in so dense a throng that their shadow followed them darkly over the ground below； one harsh croak was heard。
Not until they had dwindled into the distance； north and west； and the sky was again clear would Aragorn rise。 Then he sprang up and went and wakened Gandalf。
'Regiments of black crows are flying over all the land between the Mountains and the Greyflood；' he said； 'and they have passed over Hollin。 They are not natives here； they are crebain out of Fangorn and Dunland。 I do not know what they are about： possibly there is some trouble away south from which they are fleeing； but I think they are spying out the land。 I have also glimpsed many hawks flying high up in the sky。 I think we ought to move again this evening。 Hollin is no longer wholesome for us： it is being watched。'
'And in that case so is the Redhorn Gate；' said Gandalf； 'and how we can get over that without being seen； I cannot imagine。 But we will think of that when we must。 As for moving as soon as it is dark； I am afraid that you are right。'
'Luckily our fire made little smoke； and had burned low before the crebain came；' said Aragorn。 'It must be put out and not lit again。'
'Well if that isn't a plague and a nuisance！' said Pippin。 The news： no fire； and a move again by night； had been broken to him； as soon as he woke in the late afternoon。 'All because of a pack of crows！ I had looked forward to a real good meal tonight： something hot。'
'Well； you can go on looking forward；' said Gandalf。 'There may be many unexpected feasts ahead for you。 For myself I should like a pipe to smoke in fort； and warmer feet。 However； we are certain of one thing at any rate： it will get warmer as we get south。'
'Too warm； I shouldn't wonder；' muttered Sam to Frodo。 'But I'm beginning to think it's time we got a sight of that Fiery Mountain and saw the end of the Road； so to speak。 I thought at first that this here Redhorn； or whatever its name is； might be it； till Gimli spoke his piece。 A fair jawcracker dwarflanguage must be！' Maps conveyed nothing to Sam's mind； and all distances in these strange lands seemed so vast that he was quite out of his reckoning。
All that day the pany remained in hiding。 The dark birds passed over now and again； but as the westering Sun grew red they disappeared southwards。 At dusk the pany set out； and turning now half east they steered their course towards Caradhras； which far away still glowed faintly red in the last light of the vanished Sun。 One by one white stars sprang forth as the sky faded。
Guided by Aragorn they struck a good path。 It looked to Frodo like the remains of an ancient road； that had once been broad and well planned； from Hollin to the mountainpass。 The Moon； now at the full； rose over the mountains； and cast a pale light in which the shadows of stones were black。 Many of them looked to have been worked by hands； though now they lay tumbled and ruinous in a bleak； barren land。
It was the cold chill hour before the first stir of dawn； and the moon was low。 Frodo looked up at the sky。 Suddenly he saw or felt a shadow pass over the high stars； as if for a moment they faded and then flashed out again。 He shivered。
'Did you see anything pass over？' he whispered to Gandalf； who was just ahead。
'No； but I felt it； whatever it was；' he answered。 'It may be nothing； only a wisp of thin cloud。'
'It was moving fast then；' muttered Aragorn； 'and not with the wind。'
Nothing further happened that night。 The next morning dawned even brighter than before。 But the air was chill again； already the wind was turning back towards the east。 For two more nights they marched on； climbing steadily but ever more slowly as their road wound up into the hills； and the mountains towered up； nearer and nearer。 On the third morning Caradhras rose before them； a mighty peak； tipped with snow like silver； but with sheer naked sides； dull red as if stained with blood。
There was a black look in the sky； and the sun was wan。 The wind had gone now round to the northeast。 Gandalf snuffed the air and looked back。
'Winter deepens behind us；' he said quietly to Aragorn。 'The heights away north are whiter than they were； snow is lying far down their shoulders。
Tonight we shall be on our way high up towards the Redhorn Gate。 We may well be seen by watchers on that narrow path； and waylaid by some evil； but the weather may prove a more deadly enemy than any。 What do you think of your course now； Aragorn？'
Frodo overheard these words； and understood that Gandalf and Aragorn were continuing some debate that had begun long before。 He listened anxiously。
'I think no good of our course from beginning to end； as you know well； Gandalf；' answered Aragorn。 'And perils known and unknown will grow as we go on。 But we must go on； and it is no good our delaying the passage of the mountains。 Further south there are no passes； till one es to the Gap of Rohan。 I do not trust that way since your news of Saruman。 Who knows which side now the marshals of the Horselords serve？'
'Who knows indeed！' said Gandalf。 'But there is another way； and not by the pass of Caradhras： the dark and secret way that we have spoken of。'
'But let us not speak of it again！ Not yet。 Say nothing to the others I beg； not until it is plain that there is no other way。'
'We must decide before we go further；' answered Gandalf。
'Then let us weigh the matter in our minds； while the others rest and sleep；' said Aragorn。
In the late afternoon； while the others were finishing their breakfast； Gandalf and Aragorn went aside together and stood looking at Caradhras。 Its sides were now dark and sullen； and its head was in grey cloud。 Frodo watched them； wondering which way the debate would go。 When they returned to the pany Gandalf spoke； and then he knew that it had been decided to face the weather and the high pass。 He was relieved。 He could not guess what was the other dark and secret way； but the very mention of it had seemed to fill Aragorn with dismay； and Frodo was glad that it had been abandoned。
'From signs that we have seen lately；' said Gandalf； 'I fear that the Redhorn Gate may be watched； and also I have doubts of the weather that is ing up behind。 Snow may e。 We must go with all the speed that we can。 Even so it will take us more than two marches before we reach the top of the pass。 Dark will e early this evening。 We must leave as soon as you can get ready。'
'I will add a word of advice； if I may；' said Boromir。 'I was born under the shadow of the White Mountains and know something of journeys in the high places。 We shall meet bitter cold； if no worse； before we e down on the other side。 It will not help us to keep so secret that we are frozen to death。 When we leave here； where there are still a few trees and bushes； each of us should carry a faggot of wood； as large as he can bear。'
'And Bill could take a bit more； couldn't you lad？' said Sam。 The pony looked at him mournfully。
'Very well；' said Gandalf。 'But we must not use the wood 。 not unless it is a choice between fire and death。'
The pany set out again with good speed at first； but soon their way became steep and difficult。 The twisting and climbing road had in many places almost disappeared； and was blocked with many fallen stones。 The night grew deadly dark under great clouds。 A bitter wind swirled among the rocks。 By midnight they had climbed to the knees of the great mountains。 The narrow path now wound under a sheer wall of cliffs to the left； above which the grim flanks of Caradhras towered up invisible in the gloom； on the right was a gulf of darkness where the land fell suddenly into a deep ravine。
Laboriously they climbed a sharp slope and halted for a moment at the top。 Frodo felt a soft touch on his face。 He put out his arm and saw the dim white flakes of snow settling on his sleeve。
They went on。 But before long the snow was falling fast； filling all the air； and swirling into Frodo's eyes。 The dark bent shapes of Gandalf and Aragorn only a pace or two ahead could hardly be seen。
'I don't like this at all；' panted Sam just behind。 'Snow's all right on a fine morning； but I like to be in bed while it's falling。