The Betrayal of the Master
- jan-u-wine
Come to Master, Smeagol.
LIAR
Help
me,
Smeagol,
Smeagol,
take my hand.
THIEF
Never
a master
of the precious
who was not
those
things…..
never a master
of the precious
who
will not be.
Even
this one,
who
thinks
he is so
very
different,
deceives
himself.
He betrayed
me…..
FILTH
Betrayed
us.
We hate him.
We must be
very clever
now……
very soft
and
quiet.
Gentle.
yes……..
Oh, yes…….
we must not
frighten
him
until
he is
caught.
Caught.
His feet,
which
even now
carry
It
to Him,
will follow after
me….
if I am clever
enough……
if I smile
at his tired
face
and tell him
I will help,
and beg
him
to take my hand.
He will
believe us…..
he wants
to believe me………
We will speak
soft
and clever,
gentle
to the poor,
lost
hobbit :
Come
to Smeagol,
Master.
Come to Smeagol.
MURDERER
