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    The Orcs were getting ready to march again, but some of the Northerners were still unwilling, and the Isengarders slew two
     more before the rest were cowed. There was much cursing and confusion. For the moment Pippin was unwatched. His legs were
     securely bound, but his arms were only tied about the wrists, and his hands were in front of him. He could move them both
     together, though the bonds were cruelly tight. He pushed the dead Orc to one side, then hardly daring to breathe, he drew the knot of the wrist-cord up and down against the blade of the knife. It was sharp and the dead
     hand held it fast. The cord was cut! Quickly Pippin took it in his fingers and knotted it again into a loose bracelet of two
     loops and slipped it over his hands. Then he lay very still.
    ‘Pick up those prisoners!’ shouted Uglúk. ‘Don’t play any tricks with them! If they are not alive when we get back, someone
     else will die too.’
    An Orc seized Pippin like a sack, put its head between his tied hands, grabbed his arms and dragged them down, until Pippin’s
     face was crushed against its neck; then it jolted off with him. Another treated Merry in the same way. The Orc’s clawlike
     hand gripped Pippin’s arms like iron; the nails bit into him. He shut his eyes and slipped back into evil dreams.
    Suddenly he was thrown on to the stony floor again. It was early night, but the slim moon was already falling westward. They
     were on the edge of a cliff that seemed to look out over a sea of pale mist. There was a sound of water falling nearby.
    ‘The scouts have come back at last,’ said an Orc close at hand.
    ‘Well, what did you discover?’ growled the voice of Uglúk.
    ‘Only a single horseman, and he made off westwards. All’s clear now.’
    ‘Now, I daresay. But how long? You fools! You should have shot him. He’ll raise the alarm. The cursed horse-breeders will
     hear of us by morning. Now we’ll have to leg it double quick.’
    A shadow bent over Pippin. It was Uglúk. ‘Sit up!’ said the Orc. ‘My lads are tired of lugging you about. We have got to climb
     down, and you must use your legs. Be helpful now. No crying out, no trying to escape. We have ways of paying for tricks that
     you won’t like, though they won’t spoil your usefulness for the Master.’
    He cut the thongs round Pippin’s legs and ankles, picked him up by his hair and stood him on his feet. Pippin fell down, and Uglúk dragged him up by his hair again. Several Orcs laughed.
     Uglúk thrust a flask between his teeth and poured some burning liquid down his throat: he felt a hot fierce glow flow through
     him. The pain in his legs and ankles vanished. He could stand.
    ‘Now for the other!’ said Uglúk. Pippin saw him go to Merry, who was lying close by, and kick him. Merry groaned. Seizing
     him roughly Uglúk pulled him into a sitting position, and tore the bandage off his head. Then he smeared the wound with some
     dark stuff out of a small wooden box. Merry cried out and struggled wildly.
    The Orcs clapped and hooted. ‘Can’t take his medicine,’ they jeered. ‘Doesn’t know what’s good for him. Ai! We shall have
     some fun later.’
    But at the moment Uglúk was not engaged in sport. He needed speed and had to humour unwilling followers. He was healing Merry
     in orc-fashion; and his treatment worked swiftly. When he had forced a drink from his flask down the hobbit’s throat, cut
     his leg-bonds, and dragged him to his feet, Merry stood up, looking pale but grim and defiant, and very much alive. The gash
     in his forehead gave him no more trouble, but he bore a brown scar to the end of his days.
    ‘Hullo, Pippin!’ he said. ‘So you’ve come on this little expedition, too? Where do we get bed and breakfast?’
    ‘Now then!’ said Uglúk. ‘None of that! Hold your tongues. No talk to one another. Any trouble will be reported at the other
     end, and He’ll know how to pay you. You’ll get bed and breakfast all