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ho put his arms about him。 They stood peering up the stairs into the darkness。 Frodo thought he could hear the voice of Gandalf above； muttering words that ran down the sloping roof with a sighing echo。 He could not catch what was said。 The walls seemed to be trembling。 Every now and again the drumbeats throbbed and rolled： doom； doom。
Suddenly at the top of the stair there was a stab of white light。 Then there was a dull rumble and a heavy thud。 The drumbeats broke out wildly： doomboom； doomboom； and then stopped。 Gandalf came flying down the steps and fell to the ground in the midst of the pany。
'Well； well！ That's over！ ' said the wizard struggling to his feet。 'I have done all that I could。 But I have met my match； and have nearly been destroyed。 But don't stand here！ Go on！ You will have to do without light for a while： I am rather shaken。 Go on！ Go on！ Where are you； Gimli？ e ahead with me！ Keep close behind； all of you！'
They stumbled after him wondering what had happened。 Doom； doom went the drumbeats again： they now sounded muffled and far away； but they were following。 There was no other sound of pursuit； neither tramp of feet； nor any voice。 Gandalf took no turns； right or left； for the passage seemed to be going in the direction that he desired。 Every now and again it descended a flight of steps； fifty or more； to a lower level。 At the moment that was their chief danger； for in the dark they could not see a descent； until they came on it； and put their feet out into emptiness。 Gandalf felt the ground with his staff like a blind man。
At the end of an hour they had gone a mile； or maybe a little more； and had descended many flights of stairs。 There was still no sound of pursuit。 Almost they began to hope that they would escape。 At the bottom of the seventh flight Gandalf halted。
'It is getting hot！ ' he gasped。 'We ought to be down at least to the level of the Gates now。 Soon I think we should look for a lefthand turn to take us east。 I hope it is not far。 I am very weary。 I must rest here a moment； even if all the orcs ever spawned are after us。'
Gimli took his arm and helped him down to a seat on the step。 'What happened away up there at the door？ ' he asked。 'Did you meet the beater of the drums？ '
'I do not know；' answered Gandalf。 'But I found myself suddenly faced by something that I have not met before。 I could think of nothing to do but to try and put a shuttingspell on the door。 I know many； but to do things of that kind rightly requires time； and even then the door can be broken by strength。
'As I stood there I could hear orcvoices on the other side： at any moment I thought they would burst it open。 I could not hear what was said； they seemed to be talking in their own hideous language。 All I caught was ghash； that is 〃fire〃。 Then something came into the chamber 。 I felt it through the door； and the orcs themselves were afraid and fell silent。 It laid hold of the iron ring； and then it perceived me and my spell。
'What it was I cannot guess； but I have never felt such a challenge。 The counterspell was terrible。 It nearly broke me。 For an instant the door left my control and began to open！ I had to speak a word of mand。 That proved too great a strain。 The door burst in pieces。 Something dark as a cloud was blocking out all the light inside； and I was thrown backwards down the stairs。 All the wall gave way； and the roof of the chamber as well； I think。
'I am afraid Balin is buried deep； and maybe something else is buried there too。 I cannot say。 But at least the passage behind us was pletely blocked。 Ah！ I have never felt so spent； but it is passing。 And now what about you； Frodo？ There was not time to say so； but I have never been more delighted in my life than when you spoke。 I feared that it was a brave but dead hobbit that Aragorn was carrying。'
'What about me？ ' said Frodo。 'I am alive； and whole I think。 I am bruised and in pain； but it is not too bad。'
'Well；' said Aragorn； 'I can only say that hobbits are made of a stuff so tough that I have never met the like of it。 Had I known； I would have spoken softer in the Inn at Bree！ That spearthrust would have skewered a wild boar！ '
'Well； it did not skewer me； I am glad to say；' said Frodo； 'though I feel as if I had been caught between a hammer and an anvil。' He said no more。 He found breathing painful。
'You take after Bilbo；' said Gandalf。 'There is more about you than meets the eye； as I said of him long ago。' Frodo wondered if the remark meant more than it said。
They now went on again。 Before long Gimli spoke。 He had keen eyes in the dark。 'I think；' he said； 'that there is a light ahead。 But it is not daylight。 It is red。 What can it be？ '
'Ghash！' muttered Gandalf。 'I wonder if that is what they meant： that the lower levels are on fire？ Still； we can only go on。'
Soon the light became unmistakable； and could be seen by all。 It was flickering and glowing on the walls away down the passage before them。 They could now see their way： in front the road sloped down swiftly； and some way ahead there stood a low archway； through it the glowing light came。 The air became very hot。
When they came to the arch Gandalf went through； signing to them to wait。 As he stood just beyond the opening they saw his face lit by a red glow。 Quickly he stepped back。
'There is some new devilry here；' he said； 'devised for our wele no doubt。 But I know now where we are： we have reached the First Deep； the level immediately below the Gates。 This is the Second Hall of Old Moria； and the Gates are near： away beyond the eastern end； on the left； not more than a quarter of a mile。 Across the Bridge； up a broad stair； along a wide road through the First Hall； and out！ But e and look！ '
They peered out。 Before them was another cavernous hall。 It was loftier and far longer than the one in which they had slept。 They were near its eastern end； westward it ran away into darkness。 Down the centre stalked a double line of towering pillars。 They were carved like boles of mighty trees whose boughs upheld the roof with a branching tracery of stone。 Their stems were smooth and black； but a red glow was darkly mirrored in their sides。 Right across the floor； close to the feet of two huge pillars a great fissure had opened。 Out of it a fierce red light came； and now and again flames licked at the brink and curled about the bases of the columns。 Wisps of dark smoke wavered in the hot air。
'If we had e by the main road down from the upper halls； we should have been trapped here；' said Gandalf。 'Let us hope that the fire now lies between us and pursuit。 e！ There is no time to lose。'
Even as he spoke they heard again the pursuing drumbeat： Doom； doom； doom。 Away beyond the shadows at the western end of the hall there came cries and horncalls。 Doom； doom： the pillars seemed to tremble and the flames to quiver。
'Now for the last race！ ' said Gandalf。 'If the sun is shining outside we may still escape。 After me！ '
He turned left and sped across the smooth floor of the hall。 The distance was greater than it had looked。 As they ran they heard the beat and echo of many hurrying feet behind。 A shrill yell went up： they had been seen。 There was a ring and clash of steel。 An arrow whistled over Frodo's head。
Boromir laughed。 'They did not expect this；' he said。 'The fire has cut them off。 We are on the wrong side！ '
'Look ahead！ ' called Gandalf。 'The Bridge is near。 It is dangerous and narrow。'
Suddenly Frodo saw before him a black chasm。 At the end of the hall the floor vanished and fell to an unknown depth。 The outer door could only be reached by a slender bridge of stone； without kerb or rail； that spanned the chasm with one curving spring of fifty feet。 It was an ancient defence of the Dwarves against any enemy that might capture the First Hall and the outer passages。 They could only pass across it in single file。 At the brink Gandalf halted and the others came up in a pack behind。
'Lead the way； Gimli！ ' he said。 'Pippin and Merry next。 Straight on and up the stair beyond the door！ '
Arrows fell among them。 One struck Frodo and sprang back。 Another pierced Gandalf's hat and stuck there like a black feather。 Frodo looked behind