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They decided to attempt the climb, but it proved very difficult. Before long Frodo was obliged to dismount and struggle along on foot. Even so they often despaired of getting their pony up, or indeed of finding a path for themselves, burdened as they were. The light was nearly gone, and they were all exhausted, when at last they reached the top. They had climbed on to a narrow saddle between two higher points, and the land fell steeply wilderness; and it is chiefly because of his wound that I am so anxious to press on. But I agree that we can go no further tonight.''What is the matter with my master?' asked Sam in a low voice, looking appealingly at Strider. 'His wound was small, and it is already closed. There's nothing to be seen but a cold white mark on his shoulder.''Frodo has been touched by the weapons of the Enemy,' said Strider, 'and there is some poison away again, only a short distance ahead. Frodo threw himself down, and lay on the ground shivering. His left , and his side and shoulder felt as if icy claws were laid upon them. The trees and rocks about him seemed shadowy and dim.'We cannot go any further,' said Merry to Strider. 'I am afraid this has been too much for Frodo. I am dreadfully anxious about him. What are we to do? Do you think they will be able to cure him in Rivendell, if we ever get there?''We shall see,' answered Strider. 'There is nothing more that I can do in the