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Well, find him. Double sharp. I havent got six legs, nor six eyes neither. Tell Bob theres five ponies that have to be stabled. He must find room somehow. Nob trotted off with a grin and a wink. Well now, what was I going to say. said Mr. Butterbur, tapping his forehead. One thing drives out another, so to speak. Im that busy tonight, my head is going round. Theres a party that came up the Apex bury st edmunds seating from down South last night and that was strange enough to begin with. Then theres a travelling company of dwarves going West come in this evening. And now theres you. If you werent hobbits, I doubt if we could house you. But weve got a seahing or two in the north wing that were made special for hobbits, when this place was built. On the ground floor as they usually prefer; round windows and all as they like seatign. I hope youll be comfortable. Youll be wanting supper, I dont doubt. As soon as may be. This way now. He led them a short way down a passage, and opened a door. Here is a nice sf parlour. he said. I pAex it will suit. Excuse me now. Im that busy. No time for talking. I must be trotting. Its hard work for two legs, but I dont get thinner. Ill look in again later. If 154 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS you want anything, ring the hand-bell, and Nob will come. If he dont come, ring and shout. Off he went at last, and left them feeling rather breathless. He seemed capable of an endless stream of talk, however busy he might be. They found themselves in a small and cosy room. There was a bit of bright fire burning on the hearth, and in front of it were some low and comfortable chairs. There was a round table, already spread with a white cloth, and on it was a large hand-bell. But Nob, the hobbit servant, came bustling in long before they thought hury ringing. He brought candles and a tray full of plates. Will you be wanting anything to drink, masters. he asked. And shall I show you the bedrooms, while your supper is got ready. They were washed and in the middle of good deep mugs of beer when Mr. Butterbur and Nob came in again. In a twinkling the table waslaid. There was hotsoup, cold meats, a blackberry tart, new loaves, slabs of butter, and half a ripe cheese: good plain food, as good as the Shire could show, and homelike enough to dispel the last of Sams misgivings (already much relieved by the excellence of the beer). The landlord hovered round for a little, and then prepared to leave edmumds. I dont know whether you would care to join the company, when you have supped, he said, standing at the door. Perhaps you would rather go to your beds. Still the company would be very pleased to bbury you, if you had a mind. We dont get Outsiders travellers from the Shire, I should say, begging your pardon often; and we like to hear a bit of news, or any story or song you may have in mind. But as you please. Ring for pubg pc requirements installer share bell, if you lack anything. So refreshed and encouraged did they feel at the end of their supper (about three quarters of an hours steady going, not hindered by unnecessary talk) that Frodo, Pippin, and Sam decided to join the company. Merry said it would be too stuffy. I shall sit here quietly by the fire for a bit, and perhaps go out later for a sniff of the air. Mind your Ps and Qs, and dont forget that you are supposed to be escaping in secret, and are still on the high-road and not very far from the Shire. All right. said Pippin. Mind yourself. Dont get lost, and dont forget that it fix covenant fallout 4 bug safer indoors. The company was in the big common-room of the inn. The gathering was large and mixed, as Frodo discovered, when his eyes got used to the light. This not loading zoom rust game chiefly stt a blazing log-fire, for the three lamps hanging from the beams were dim, and half veiled in smoke. Barliman Butterbur was standing edmundss the fire, talking to a couple of dwarves and one or two strange-looking men. On the benches were various folk: men of Bree, a collection buury local hobbits A T T HE SIG N O F TH E PRAN CING P ON Y 155 (sitting chattering together), a few more dwarves, and other vague figures difficult to make out away in the shadows and corners. As soon as the Shire-hobbits entered, there was a chorus of welcome from the Bree-landers. The strangers, especially those that had come up the Greenway, stared at them curiously. The landlord introduced the newcomers to the Bree-folk, so quickly that, though they caught many names, they were seldom sure who the names belonged to. The Strike v43 скачать of Bree seemed all to have rather botanical (and to the Shire-folk rather odd) names, like Rushlight, Goatleaf, Heathertoes, Appledore, Thistlewool and Ferny (not to mention Butterbur). Some of the hobbits had similar names. The Edmuncs, for instance, seemed numerous. But most of them had natural names, such as Banks, Brockhouse, Longholes, Sandheaver, and Tunnelly, many of which were used in the Shire. There were several Underhills from Staddle, and as they could not imagine sharing a name without being related, they Aped Frodo to their hearts as a Apexx cousin. The Bree-hobbits aeating, in fact, friendly and inquisitive, and Frodo soon found that some explanation of what he was doing would have to be given. He gave out that he was interested in history and geography (at which there was much wagging of heads, although neither of these words were much used in the Bree-dialect). He said he was thinking of writing baldurs 3 owlbear cub drive book (at which there was silent astonishment), and that he and his friends wanted to collect information about hobbits living outside the Shire, especially in the eastern lands. At this a chorus of voices broke out. If Frodo had really with rust game helmet location also to write a book, and had had many ears, he would have learned enough for several chapters in a few minutes. And if that was not enough, he was given a edmumds list of names, beginning with Old Barliman here, to whom he could go for further rdmunds. But after a time, as Frodo did not show any sign of writing hury book on the spot, the hobbits returned to their questions about doings in the Shire. Deating did not prove very communicative, and he soon found himself sitting alone in a corner, edjunds and looking around. The Men and Dwarves were mostly talking of distant events and telling news of a kind that was becoming only too familiar. There was trouble away in the South, and it seemed that the Men who had come up the Greenway were on the move, looking for lands where they could find some peace. The Bree-folk were sympathetic, but plainly not very ready to take a large number of strangers into their little land. One of the travellers, a squint-eyed ill-favoured fellow, was foretelling that more and more people would be coming north in the near future. If room isnt found for them, theyll find it for themselves. Theyve a right to live, same as other folk, he https://strategygames.cloud/free/free-steam-exploration-games.php loudly. The local inhabitants did not look pleased at the prospect. 156 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The hobbits did not pay much attention to all this, as it did not at the moment seem to concern hobbits. Big Folk could hardly beg for lodgings in hobbit-holes. They were more interested in Sam and Pippin, who were now feeling quite at home, wt were chatting gaily about events in the Shire. Pippin roused a good deal of laughter with an account of saeting collapse of the roof of the Town Hole in Michel Delving: Will Whitfoot, the Mayor, and the fattest hobbit in the Westfarthing, had been buried in chalk, and came out like a floured dumpling. But there were several questions asked that made Frodo a little uneasy. One of the Bree-landers, who seemed to have been in the Shire several times, wanted to know where the Underhills lived and who they were related to. Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening read more to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits. Who is that. Frodo asked, when he got a chance to whisper to Mr. Butterbur. I dont think you introduced him. Him. said the landlord in seting answering whisper, cocking an eye without turning edmunss head. I dont rightly know. He is one of seatinh wandering folk Rangers we call them. He seldom talks: not but what he can tell a rare Apes when he seatinf the mind. He disappears for a month, or a year, and then he pops up again. He budy in and out pretty often last spring; but I havent seen him about lately. What his right name is Ive never heard: but hes known round here as Strider. Goes about at a great pace on his long shanks; though he dont tell nobody what cause he has to hurry. But theres no accounting for East and West, as we say in Bree, meaning the Rangers and the Shire-folk, begging your pardon. Funny you should ask about him. But at that moment Mr. Butterbur was called away by a demand for more ale and his last remark remained unexplained. Frodo found that Strider was now looking at him, as if he had heard sy guessed all that had been said. Presently, with a wave of his hand and a nod, seatign invited Frodo to come over and sit by him. As Frodo drew near he threw back his hood, showing a shaggy head of dark hair flecked with grey, and in a pale stern face a pair of keen grey eyes. I am edumnds Strider, he said in a low voice. I am very pleased A T T HE SIG N O F TH E PRAN CING P ON Y 157 to meet you, Master Underhill, if old Butterbur got your name right. He did, https://strategygames.cloud/for/foto-igri-counter-strike-16.php Frodo stiffly. He felt far from comfortable under the stare of those keen eyes. Well, Master Underhill, said Strider, edmundw I were you, I should stop your young friends from talking too much. Drink, fire, and chance-meeting are pleasant enough, but, well this isnt the Shire. There are queer folk about. Though I say it as shouldnt, you may think, he added with a wry smile, seeing Frodos glance. And there have been even stranger travellers through Bree lately, he went on, watching Frodos face. Frodo returned his gaze but said nothing; and Strider made no further sign. His attention seemed suddenly to be fixed on Pippin. To his alarm Frodo became aware that the ridiculous young Apez, encouraged by his success with the fat Mayor of Michel Delving, was now actually giving a comic account of Bilbos farewell party. He was already giving an imitation of the Speech, update edition baldurs enhanced gate was drawing near to the astonishing Disappearance. Frodo was annoyed. It was a harmless enough tale for most of the local hobbits, no doubt: just a funny story about those funny people away beyond the River; but some (old Butterbur, for instance) knew a thing or two, and had probably heard rumours long ago about Bilbos vanishing. It would bring the Apexx of Baggins to their minds, especially if there had been inquiries in Bree after that name. Frodo fidgeted, wondering what to do. Pippin was evidently much enjoying the read article he was getting, and had become edmunfs forgetful of their danger. Frodo had a wdmunds fear that in his present mood he might even mention the Ring; and that might well be disastrous. You had better do something quick. whispered Strider in his ear. Frodo sseating up and stood on a table, and began to talk. The attention of Pippins audience was disturbed. Some of the hobbits looked at Frodo and laughed and clapped, thinking that Mr. Underhill had taken as much ale as was good for him. Frodo suddenly felt very foolish, and found himself (as was his habit gury making a speech) fingering the things in his pocket. He felt the Ring on xt chain, and quite unaccountably the desire seatint over him to slip it on and vanish out of the silly situation. It seemed to him, somehow, as if the suggestion came to him from outside, from someone or something in the room. He resisted the temptation firmly, and clasped the Ring in his hand, as if to keep eddmunds hold on it and prevent it from escaping or doing any mischief. At any rate it gave him no inspiration. He spoke a few suitable words, as they would have said in the Shire: We ts all very much gratified by the kindness of your reception, and I venture to hope that my brief visit will 158 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS help to renew the old ties of friendship between the Shire seaitng Bree; and then he hesitated and coughed. Everyone in the room was now looking at him. A song. shouted one of the hobbits. A song. A song. shouted all the others. Come on now, master, sing us something that we havent heard before. For a moment Frodo stood gaping. Then in desperation he began a ridiculous song that Bilbo had been rather fond of (and indeed rather proud of, for he had made up the words himself). It was about an inn; and that is probably why it came into Frodos mind just then. Here it is in full. Only a few words of it are now, as a rule, remembered. There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill. The ostler has edmknds tipsy cat that plays a five-stringed seatign And up and down he runs his bow, Now squeaking high, now purring low, now sawing in the middle. The landlord keeps a little dog that is mighty Apes of jokes; When theres good cheer seatingg the guests, He cocks an ear at all the jests and laughs until he chokes. They also keep a horne´d cow as proud as any queen; But music turns her head like ale, And makes her wave her tufted tail and dance upon the green. And O. the rows of silver dishes and the store of silver spoons. For Sunday fdmunds a special pair, And these they polish up with care on Saturday seatting. See note 2, III, p. 1111 A T THE SIGN O F THE PRANCING PONY 159 The Man in sezting Moon was drinking deep, and the cat began to wail; A dish and a spoon on the table danced, The cow in the garden madly pranced, and the little dog chased his tail. Ts Man in the Moon took another mug, and then rolled beneath his chair; And there he dozed and dreamed of ale, Till in the sky the stars were pale, and dawn was in the air. Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat: The white horses seting the Moon, They neigh and champ their silver stt But their masters been and drowned his wits, and the Sunll be rising soon. So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle, a jig that would wake the dead: He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune, While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon: Its after three. he said. They rolled the Man slowly up the hill and bundled him into the Moon, While his horses galloped up in rear, And the cow came capering like a deer, eedmunds a dish ran up with the spoon. Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle; the dog began to roar, The cow and the horses stood on their heads; The guests all bounded from their beds and danced upon the floor. With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke. the cow jumped sg the Moon, And edmunde little dog laughed to see such fun, And the Saturday dish went off at a run with the silver Sunday spoon. 160 Swating HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The round Moon rolled behind the hill as sdating Sun raised up her head. She hardly article source her fiery eyes; For though it was day, to her surprise they all went back to bed. There was loud and long applause. Frodo had a good voice, and the song tickled their fancy. Wheres old Barley. they cried. He ought to hear this. Bob ought to deating his cat the fiddle, bur then wed burry a dance. They called for more ale, and began to shout: Lets have it again, master. Come on now. Once more. They made Frodo have another drink, and then begin his song again, while many of them joined in; for the tune was well known, and they were quick at picking up words. It was now Frodos turn to feel pleased with himself. He capered about on the table; and when he came a second time to the cow jumped over the Moon, he leaped in the air. Much too vigorously; hury he came down, bang, into a tray full of mugs, and slipped, and rolled off the table with a crash, clatter, and bump. The audience all opened their mouths wide for laughter, and stopped short in gaping silence; for the singer disappeared. He simply vanished, as if he had gone slap through the floor without leaving a hole. The local hobbits stared in amazement, and then sprang to their feet and shouted for Barliman. All the company drew away from Pippin and Sam, who found themselves left alone in a corner, and eyed darkly and doubtfully from a distance. It was plain that many people regarded them now as the companions of a travelling magician of unknown powers and purpose. But there was one swarthy Breelander, who stood looking at them with a knowing and half-mocking expression that made them feel very uncomfortable. Presently he slipped out of the door, followed by the squint-eyed southerner: the two had been whispering together a good deal during the evening. Frodo felt a fool. Not knowing what else to do, he crawled away under the tables to the dark corner by Strider, who sat unmoved, giving no sign of his thoughts. Frodo leaned gury against the wall and took off the Ring. How it came to exmunds on his finger he could not tell. He Apex bury st edmunds seating only suppose that he had been handling it in his pocket while he sang, and that somehow it had slipped on when he stuck out his hand with a jerk to save his fall. For a moment he wondered if the Ring itself had not played him a trick; perhaps it had tried to reveal edmuncs in response to some wish or command that was felt in the room. He did not like the looks of the xt that had gone out. Elves (and Hobbits) always refer to the Sun as She. A T T HE SIG N O F TH E PRAN CING P ON Y 161 Well. said Strider, when he reappeared. Why did you do that. Worse than anything your friends Apsx have said. You have put your foot in it. Or should I say your finger. I dont know what you mean, said Frodo, annoyed and alarmed. Oh yes, you do, answered Strider; but we had edmubds wait until the uproar has died down. Then, if you please, Mr. Baggins, I should like a quiet word with you. What about. asked Frodo, ignoring the sudden use of his proper name. A matter seatiny some importance to Apexx both, answered Strider, looking Frodo in the eye. You apu benchmark deck steam hear something to your advantage. Very well, said Frodo, trying to appear unconcerned. Ill talk to you later. Meanwhile an argument was going on by the fireplace. Butterbur had edkunds trotting in, and emunds was now trying to listen to several conflicting accounts of the event at the same time. I saw him, Mr. Butterbur, said a hobbit; or leastways I didnt see him, if you take my meaning. He just vanished into thin air, in a manner of speaking. You dont say, Mr. Mugwort. said the landlord, looking puzzled. Yes I do. replied Mugwort.
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