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wrist and arm like ropes of hempso strong that whetting; in stupor lyingentangled still lay Túrin moveless.1235For the feet’s fetters then feeling in the darkBeleg blundering with his blade’s keennessunwary wounded the weary fleshof wayworn foot, and welling bloodbedewed his hand – too dark his magic:1240that sleep profound was sudden fathomed;in fear woke Túrin, and a form he guessedo’er his body bending with blade naked.His death or torment he deemed was come,for oft had the Orcs for evil pastime1245him goaded gleeful and gashed with knivesthat they cast with cunning, with cruel spears.Lo! the bonds were burst that had bound his hands:his cry of battle calling hoarselyhe flung him fiercely on the foe he dreamed,1250and Beleg falling breathless earthwardwas crushed beneath him. Crazed with anguishthen seized that sword the son of Húrin,to his hand lying by the help of doom;at the throat he thrust; through he pierced it,1255that the blood was buried in the blood-wet mould;ere Flinding knew what fared that night,all was over. With oath and cursehe bade the goblins now guard them well,or sup on his sword: ‘Lo! the son of Húrin1260is freed from his fetters.’ His fancy wanderedin the camps and clearings of the cruel Glamhoth.Flight he sought not at Flinding leapingwith his last laughter, his life to sellamid foes imagined; but Fuilin’s son1265there stricken with amaze, starting backward,cried: ‘Magic of Morgoth! A! madness damned!with friends thou fightest!’ – then falling suddenlythe lamp o’erturned in the leaves shroudedthat its light released illumined pale1270with its flickering flame the face of Beleg.Than the boles of the trees more breathless rootedstone-faced he stood staring frozenon that dreadful death, and his deed knowingwildeyed he gazed with waking horror,1275as in endless anguish an image carven.So fearful his face that Flinding crouchedand watched him, wondering what webs of doomdark, remorseless, dreadly meshed himby the might of Morgoth; and he mourned for him,1280and for Beleg, who bow should bend no more,his black yew-wood in battle twanging –his life had winged to its long waitingin the halls of the Moon o’er the hills of the sea.

Hark! he heard the horns hooting loudly,	1285
no ghostly laughter of grim phantom,
no wraithlike feet rustling dimly –
the Orcs were up; their ears had hearkened
the cries of Túrin; their camp was tumult,
their lust was alight ere the last shadows	1290
of night were lifted. Then numb with fear
in hoarse whisper to unhearing ears
he told his terror; for Túrin now
with limbs loosened leaden-eyed was bent
crouching crumpled by the corse moveless;	1295
nor sight nor sound his senses knew,
and wavering words he witless murmured,
‘A! Beleg,’ he whispered, ‘my brother-in-arms.’
Though Flinding shook him, he felt it not:
had he comprehended he had cared little.	1300
Then winds were wakened in wild dungeons
where thrumming thunders throbbed and rumbled;
storm came striding with streaming banners
from the four corners of the fainting world;
then the clouds were cloven with a crash of lightning,	1305
and slung like stones from slings uncounted
the hurtling hail came hissing earthward,
with a deluge dark of driving rain.
Now wafted high, now wavering far,
the cries of the Glamhoth called and hooted,	1310
and the howl of wolves in the heavens’ roaring
was mingled mournful: they missed their paths,
for swollen swept there swirling torrents
down the blackening slopes, and the slot was blind,
so that blundering back up the beaten road	1315
to the gates of gloom many goblins wildered
were drowned or drawn in Deadly Nightshade
to die in the dark; while dawn came not,
while the storm-riders strove and thundered
all the sunless day, and soaked and drenched	1320
Flinding go-Fuilin with fear speechless
there crouched aquake; cold and lifeless
lay Beleg the bowman; brooding dumbly
Túrin Thalion neath the tangled thorns
sat unseeing without sound or movement.	1325

The dusty dunes of Dor-na-Fauglith
hissed and spouted. Huge rose the spires
of smoking vapour swathed and reeking,
thick-billowing clouds from thirst unquenched,
and dawn was kindled dimly lurid	1330
when a day and night had dragged away.
The Orcs had gone, their anger baffled,
o’er the weltering ways weary faring
to their hopeless halls in Hell’s kingdom;
no thrall took they Túrin Thalion –	1335
a burden bore he than their bonds heavier,
in despair fettered with spirit empty
in mourning hopeless he remained behind.

      NOTES

617	Blodrin: Bauglir A, and B as typed. See line 618.
618	Bauglir Ban’s son A, and B as typed (Bauglir > Blodrin carefully-made early change, Ban > Bor hasty and later). See lines 661, 696, 990.
631	Fangair A, Fangros B as typed.
636	Tengwethiel [sic] A, Tain-Gwethil B as typed. Cf. line 431.
653	Túrin Thaliodrin A, and B as typed. Cf. lines 115, 333, 720.
661, 696	As at line 618.
711	Aiglir-angrin A, Aiglir Angrin B as typed, emended roughly in pencil to Eiglir Engrin; cf. line 1055. In the Tale of Turambar occurs Angorodin (the Iron Mountains), II.77.
711–14	These lines read in A (and as typed in B, with of Hell is reared for of the Hells of Iron):

	where Aiglir-angrin the Iron Hills lie
	and Thangorodrim’s thunderous mountain
	o’er the hopeless halls of the Hells of iron
	wrought at the roots of the ruthless hills.

718	Cf. Bilbo’s second riddle to Gollum.
720	As at line 653.
780	Delimorgoth A, Delu-Morgoth B as typed, dark Morgoth a late pencilled emendation. At lines 11 and 51 Delu-Morgoth is an emendation of Delimorgoth in B.
816	Tûn also in A; see lines 50, 430.
818–20	Against these lines my father wrote in the margin of B: ‘Captured in battle at gates of Angband.’
826	o’er the black boulders of the Blasted Plain A (marked with query).
834	mercy: magic A, and B as typed; mercy in pencil and not quite certain.
946	Daideloth A emended at time of writing to Dor-na-Maiglos, Dor-na-Fauglith B as typed. In margin of A is written: ‘a plateau from Dai “high”, Deloth “plain”; contrast II. 337, entry Dor-na-Dhaideloth.
990	Blodrin Ban’s son A, and B as typed; Ban’s > Bor’s later in B. At lines 617–18, 661, 696 A, and B as typed, had Bauglir, changed to Blodrin in B.
1055	Aiglir Angrin A, and B as Скачать книгу В начало < 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 > В конец