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or the Eye： free to choose； and with one remaining instant in which to do so。 He took the Ring off his finger。 He was kneeling in clear sunlight before the high seat。 A black shadow seemed to pass like an arm above him； it missed Amon Hen and groped out west； and faded。 Then all the sky was clean and blue and birds sang in every tree。
Frodo rose to his feet。 A great weariness was on him； but his will was firm and his heart lighter。 He spoke aloud to himself。 'I will do now what I must；' he said。 'This at least is plain： the evil of the Ring is already at work even in the pany； and the Ring must leave them before it does more harm。 I will go alone。 Some I cannot trust； and those I can trust are too dear to me： poor old Sam； and Merry and Pippin。 Strider； too： his heart yearns for Minas Tirith； and he will be needed there； now Boromir has fallen into evil。 I will go alone。 At once。'
He went quickly down the path and came back to the lawn where Boromir had found him。 Then he halted； listening。 He thought he could hear cries and calls from the woods near the shore below。
'They'll be hunting for me；' he said。 'I wonder how long I have been away。 Hours； I should think。' He hesitated。 'What can I do？ ' he muttered。 'I must go now or I shall never go。 I shan't get a chance again。 I hate leaving them； and like this without any explanation。 But surely they will understand。 Sam will。 And what else can I do？'
Slowly he drew out the Ring and put it on once more。 He vanished and passed down the hill； less than a rustle of the wind。
The others remained long by the riverside。 For some time they had been silent； moving restlessly about； but now they were sitting in a circle； and they were talking。 Every now and again they made efforts to speak of other things； of their long road and many adventures； they questioned Aragorn concerning the realm of Gondor and its ancient history； and the remnants of its great works that could still be seen in this strange borderland of the Emyn Muil： the stone kings and the seats of Lhaw and Hen； and the great Stair beside the falls of Rauros。 But always their thoughts and words strayed back to Frodo and the Ring。 What would Frodo choose to do？ Why was he hesitating？
'He is debating which course is the most desperate； I think；' said Aragorn。 'And well he may。 It is now more hopeless than ever for the pany to go east； since we have been tracked by Gollum； and must fear that the secret of our journey is already betrayed。 But Minas Tirith is no nearer to the Fire and the destruction of the Burden。
'We may remain there for a while and make a brave stand； but the Lord Dehor and all his men cannot hope to do what even Elrond said was beyond his power： either to keep the Burden secret。 or to hold off the full might of the Enemy when he es to take it。 Which way would any of us choose in Frodo's place？ I do not know。 Now indeed we miss Gandalf most。'
'Grievous is our loss；' said Legolas。 'Yet we must needs make up our minds without his aid。 Why cannot we decide； and so help Frodo？ Let us call him back and then vote！ I should vote for Minas Tirith。'
'And so should I；' said Gimli。 'We； of course； were only sent to help the Bearer along the road； to go no further than we wished； and none of us is under any oath or mand to seek Mount Doom。 Hard was my parting from Lothlórien。 Yet I have e so far； and I say this： now we have reached the last choice； it is clear to me that I cannot leave Frodo。 I would choose Minas Tirith； but if he does not； then I follow him。'
'And I too will go with him；' said Legolas。 'It would be faithless now to say farewell。'
'It would indeed be a betrayal； if we all left him；' said Aragorn。 'But if he goes east； then all need not go with him； nor do I think that all should。 That venture is desperate： as much so for eight as for three or two； or one alone。 If you would let me choose； then I should appoint three panions： Sam； who could not bear it otherwise； and Gimli； and myself。 Boromir will return to his own city； where his father and his people need him； and with him the others should go； or at least Meriadoc and Peregrin； if Legolas is not willing to leave us。'
'That won't do at all！' cried Merry。 'We can't leave Frodo！ Pippin and I always intended to go wherever he went； and we still do。 But we did not realize what that would mean。 It seemed different so far away； in the Shire or in Rivendell。 It would be mad and cruel to let Frodo go to Mordor。 Why can't we stop him？'
'We must stop him；' said Pippin。 'And that is what he is worrying about； I am sure。 He knows we shan't agree to his going east。 And he doesn't like to ask anyone to go with him； poor old fellow。 Imagine it： going off to Mordor alone！' Pippin shuddered。 'But the dear silly old hobbit； he ought to know that he hasn't got to ask。 He ought to know that if we can't stop him； we shan't leave him。'
'Begging your pardon；' said Sam。 'I don't think you understand my master at all。 He isn't hesitating about which way to go。 Of course not！ What's the good of Minas Tirith anyway？ To him； I mean； begging your pardon； Master Boromir；' he added； and turned。 It was then that they discovered that Boromir； who at first had been sitting silent on the outside of the circle； was no longer there。
'Now where's he got to？ ' cried Sam； looking worried。 'He's been a bit queer lately； to my mind。 But anyway he's not in this business。 He's off to his home； as he always said； and no blame to him。 But Mr。 Frodo； he knows he's got to find the Cracks of Doom； if he can。 But he's afraid。 Now it's e to the point； he's just plain terrified。 That's what his trouble is。 Of course he's had a bit of schooling； so to speakwe all havesince we left home； or he'd be so terrified he'd just fling the Ring in the River and bolt。 But he's still too frightened to start。 And he isn't worrying about us either： whether we'll go along with him or no。 He knows we mean to。 That's another thing that's bothering him。 If he screws himself up to go； he'll want to go alone。 Mark my words！ We're going to have trouble when he es back。 For he'll screw himself up all right； as sure as his name's Baggins。'
'I believe you speak more wisely than any of us； Sam；' said Aragorn。 'And what shall we do； if you prove right？ '
'Stop him！ Don't let him go！' cried Pippin。
'I wonder？ ' said Aragorn。 'He is the Bearer； and the fate of the Burden is on him。 I do not think that it is our part to drive him one way or the other。 Nor do I think that we should succeed； if we tried。 There are other powers at work far stronger。'
'Well； I wish Frodo would 〃screw himself up〃 and e back。 and let us get it over；' said Pippin。 'This waiting is horrible！ Surely the time is up？ '
'Yes；' said Aragorn。 'The hour is long passed。 The morning is wearing away。 We must call for him。'
At that moment Boromir reappeared。 He came out from the trees and walked towards them without speaking。 His face looked grim and sad。 He paused as if counting those that were present； and then sat down aloof； with his eyes on the ground。
'Where have you been； Boromir？ ' asked Aragorn。 'Have you seen Frodo？ '
Boromir hesitated for a second。 'Yes； and no；' he answered slowly。 'Yes： I found him some way up the hill； and I spoke to him。 I urged him to e to Minas Tirith and not to go east。 I grew angry and he left me。 He vanished。 I have never seen such a thing happen before。 though I have heard of it in tales。 He must have put the Ring on。 I could not find him again。 I thought he would return to you。'
'Is that all that you have to say？ ' said Aragorn； looking hard and not too kindly at Boromir。
'Yes；' he answered。 'I will say no more yet。'
'This is bad！' cried Sam； jumping up。 'I don't know what this Man has been up to。 Why should Mr。 Frodo put the thing on？ He didn't ought to have； and if he has； goodness knows what may have happened！'
'But he wouldn't keep it on’' said Merry。 'Not when he had escaped the unwele visitor； like Bilbo used to。'
'But where did he go？ Where is he？ ' cried Pippin。 'He's been away ages now。'
'How long is it since you saw Frodo last； Boromir？ ' asked Aragorn。
'Half an hour； maybe；' he answered。 'Or it might be an hour。 I have wandered for some tim