Caravaggio The Martyrdom of St. Ursula

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and listening to the sound of a waterfall.`Where am I, and what is the time?' he said aloud to the ceiling. 'In the House of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning.' said a voice. `It is the morning of October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know.'`Gandalf!' cried Frodo, sitting up. There was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by the open window.`Yes,' he said, `I am here. And you are lucky to be here, too, after all the absurd things you have done .' Frodo lay down again. He felt too comfortable and peaceful to argue, and in any case he did not think he the others all right?''Yes, they are all safe and sound,' answered Gandalf. `Sam was here until I sent him off to get some rest, about half an hour ago.'`What happened at the Ford?' said Frodo. `It all seemed so dim somehow; and it still does.''Yes, it would. You were beginning to fade,' answered Gandalf. 'The wound was overcoming you would get the better of an argument. He was fully awake now, and the memory of his journey was returning: the disastrous `short cut' through the Old Forest the `accident' at The Prancing Pony; and his madness in putting on the Ring in the dell under Weathertop. While he was thinking of all these things and trying in vain to bring his memory down to his arriving in Rivendell, there was a long silence, broken only by the soft puffs of Gandalf's pipe, as he blew white smoke-rings out of the window.'Where's Sam?' Frodo asked at length. 'And are