"Alas, he is dead," replied Boromir, opening a cabinet and removing some papers. "He died last Nénimôse, believing to the last in a remarkable treasure that would give irresistible power to whosoever should gain it. It seemed to me for the most part old wives' tales, such as we tell our children. For everything south of Lottaloria is so distant that fancy wanders freely there."
"You remember the circumstances of his decease well," said Lord Adam.
"I remember it because the decease of the poor hobbite was accompanied by an extraordinary event... involving another prisoner, a dangerous criminal whose face of utter evil I will never forget: Samouard Gamgès."
Lord Adam smiled imperceptibly.
"This Gamgès had excavated a tunnel to the abbé's cell, and doubtless the two planned to escape together. The abbé having died, Gamgès took his place, probably hoping to be buried and to use his diabolical engines of sorcery to escape. Unfortunately for him, the guardians of Locqueholles simply toss their prisoners in the sea; and so he drowned." Boromir laughed. The Forodois also laughed, but in the manner of his nation, that is, from the tip of his carrot nose.
