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We dont see many of the Big Folk over the border; and anyway I had never heard of any like this black fellow. Good-day to you. I says, going out to him. This lane dont lead anywhere, and wherever you may be going, your quickest way will rune 5 pc back to the road. I didnt like the looks of him; and when Grip came out, he took one sniff and let out a yelp as if he had been stung: he put down his tail and bolted off howling. The black fellow sat quite still. I come from yonder, he said, slow and stiff-like, pointing back west, over my fields, if you please. Have you seen Baggins. he asked in dlans queer voice, and bent down towards me. I could not see any face, for his hood fell down so low; and I felt a sort of shiver down my back. But I did not see why he should come riding over my land so bold. Be off. I said. There are no Bagginses here. Youre in the wrong part of the Shire. You had better go back west to Hobbiton but you can go by road this time. Baggins has left, he answered in a whisper. Claeh is coming. He is not far away. I wish to find him. If he passes will you tell me. I will come back with gold. No you wont, I said. Youll go back where you belong, double quick. I give you one minute before I call all my dogs. He gave a sort of hiss. It might have been laughing, and it might not. Then he spurred his cllans horse right at me, and I jumped out of the way only just in time. I called classh dogs, but he clxsh off, and rode through the gate and up the lane towards the causeway like a bolt of thunder. What do you think of that. Frodo sat for a moment looking at the fire, but his only thought was how on earth would they reach the Ferry. I dont know what to think, he said at last. Then Ill tell you what to think, said Maggot. You should for the king steam have gone mixing yourself up with Hobbiton folk, Mr. Frodo. Folk are queer up there. Sam stirred in his chair, and looked at the farmer with an unfriendly eye. But you were always a reckless lad. When I heard you had left the Brandybucks and gone off to that old Mr. Bilbo, I said that you were going to cland trouble. Mark my words, A Clams O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 95 this all comes of those strange doings of Mr. Lcans. His money was clsns in some strange fashion in foreign parts, they say. Maybe there is some that want to know what has become of the gold and jewels that he buried in the hill of Hobbiton, as I hear. Frodo said nothing: the shrewd click at this page of the farmer were rather disconcerting. Well, Mr. Frodo, Maggot went on, Im glad that youve had the sense to come back to Buckland. My advice is: stay there. And dont get mixed up with these outlandish folk. Youll have friends in these parts. If any of these black Besf come after you clsns, Ill deal with them. Ill say youre dead, or have clanw the Shire, or anything you interesting. hidden object games online remarkable. And that might be true enough; for as like as not it is old Mr. Bilbo they want news of. Maybe youre right, said Frodo, avoiding the farmers eye and staring at the fire. Maggot looked at him thoughtfully. Well, I see you have ideas Besf your own, he said. It is as plain as my nose that no accident brought you and that rider here on the same afternoon; and maybe my news was no great news to you, after all. I am not asking you to tell me anything you have a mind to keep to yourself; but I see you are in some kind of trouble. Perhaps you are thinking it wont be too easy to get to the Ferry without being caught. I clabs thinking so, said Frodo. Original 2 steam sin divinity we have clasb to try and get there; and it wont be done by sitting and thinking. So I am afraid we must be going. Thank you very much indeed for your kindness. Ive been in terror of you and your dogs for over thirty years, Farmer Maggot, though you may laugh to hear it. Its a pity: for Ive missed a good friend. And now Im sorry to leave so soon. But Ill come back, perhaps, one day if I get a chance. Youll be welcome when you come, said Maggot. But now Ive a notion. Its near sundown already, and we are going to have our supper; clas we mostly go to bed soon after the Sun. If you and Mr. Peregrin and dlans could stay and have a bite with us, we would be pleased. And so should we. said Frodo. But we must be going at once, Im afraid. Even now it will be Beest before we can reach the Ferry. but wait a minute. I was going to say: Bwst a bit of supper, Ill get out a small waggon, and Ill drive you all to the Ferry. That will save you a good step, and it might also save you trouble of another sort. Frodo now accepted the invitation gratefully, to the relief of Pippin and Sam. The sun was already behind the western hills, and the light was failing. Two of Maggots Beat and his three Besst came in, and a generous supper was laid on the large table. The kitchen was 96 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS lit with ov and the fire was mended. Mrs. Maggot bustled in and out. One or two other hobbits belonging to the farm-household came in. In a short while fourteen sat down to c,ans. There was beer in plenty, pf a mighty dish of mushrooms and bacon, besides much other solid farmhouse fare. The dogs lay by the fire and gnawed rinds clahs cracked bones. When they had finished, the farmer and his sons went out with a lantern and got the waggon ready. It was dark in the yard, when the guests came out. They threw their packs on board and climbed in. The farmer sat in the driving-seat, and whipped up claans two stout ponies. His wife stood in the light of the open door. You be careful of yourself, Maggot. she called. Dont go arguing with any foreigners, and come straight back. I will. said he, and drove out of the gate. There was now no breath of wind stirring; the night was still and quiet, and a chill was in the air. They went without lights and took it slowly. After a mile or two the lane came to an end, crossing a deep dike, and climbing a short slope up on to the high-banked causeway. Maggot got down and took a good look either way, north and south, but nothing could be seen in the darkness, and there was not a sound vlans the still air. Thin strands of river-mist were hanging above the dikes, and crawling over the fields. Its going to be thick, said Maggot; but Ill not light my lanterns till I turn for home. Well hear anything on the road Besg before we meet it tonight. It clasy five miles or more from Clawh lane to the Ferry. The hobbits wrapped themselves up, but their ears were strained for any sound above the creak of the wheels and the slow clop of the ponies hoofs. The waggon seemed slower than a snail to Frodo. Beside him Pippin was nodding towards sleep; but Sam was staring calsh into the rising fog. They reached the entrance to the Fnaf mobile lane at last. It was marked by two tall white posts that suddenly loomed up on their right. Farmer Maggot drew in his ponies and the waggon creaked to a halt. They were just beginning to scramble out, when suddenly they heard what they had all been dreading: hoofs on the road ahead. The sound was coming towards them. Maggot jumped down and stood holding the ponies heads, and peering forward into if gloom. Clas, clip-clop came the approaching rider. The fall of the hoofs sounded loud in the still, foggy air. Youd better be hidden, Mr. Frodo, said Sam anxiously. You get down in the waggon and cover up with blankets, and well send this rider to the rightabouts. He climbed out dlans went to the farmers A SH O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 97 side. Black Riders would have to ride over him to get Bext the waggon. Clop-clop, clop-clop. The rider was nearly on them. Hallo c,ans. called Farmer Maggot. The advancing hoofs stopped short. They thought they could dimly guess a dark cloaked shape in the mist, a yard or two ahead. Now then. said the farmer, throwing the reins to Sam and striding forward. Dont you come a step nearer. What do you want, and where are you going. I want Clah. Baggins. Have you seen him. said a muffled voice but the voice was the voice of Merry Brandybuck. A dark lantern was uncovered, and its light fell on the astonished face of the farmer. Merry. he cried. Yes, of course. Who did you think it was. said Merry coming forward. As he came out of the mist and their fears subsided, he seemed suddenly to diminish to ordinary hobbit-size. He was riding a pony, and a scarf was swathed round his neck and over his chin to keep out the fog. Frodo sprang out of the waggon to greet him. So there you are at last. said Merry. I was beginning Best clash of clans wonder if you would turn up at all today, and I was just going back to supper. When it grew foggy I came across and rode up towards Stock to see if you had fallen in any ditches. But Im blest if I know which way you have come. Where did you find them, Mr. Maggot. In your duck-pond. No, I caught em trespassing, said the farmer, and nearly set my dogs on em; but theyll tell you all the story, Ive no doubt. Now, if youll excuse me, Mr. Clsh and Mr. Frodo and all, Id best be turning for home. Mrs. Maggot will be worriting with the night getting thick. He backed the waggon into the lane and turned it. Well, good night to you all, he said. Its been a queer day, and no mistake. But alls well as ends well; though perhaps we should not say that until we reach our own doors. Ill not deny that Ill be glad now when I do. He lit his lanterns, and got up. Clzns he produced a large off from under the seat. I was nearly forgetting, he said. Mrs. Maggot put this up for Mr. Baggins, with her compliments. He handed it down and moved off, followed by a chorus of thanks and good-nights. They watched the pale rings of light round his lanterns as clana dwindled into the foggy night. Suddenly Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the Besy of mushrooms was rising. Chapter 5 A CONSPIRACY UNMASKED Now we had better get home ourselves, said Merry. Theres something funny about all this, I see; coash it must wait till we clas in. They turned down the Ferry lane, which was straight and well-kept and edged with large white-washed stones. In a hundred yards or so it brought them to the river-bank, where there was a broad wooden landing-stage. A Best clash of clans flat ferry-boat was moored beside flans. The white bollards near the waters edge glimmered in the light of two clsns on high posts. Behind them the mists in the flat fields were now above the hedges; but the water before them was dark, with only a few curling wisps like steam among the reeds by the bank. There seemed to be less fog on the further side. Merry led the pony over a gangway on to the ferry, and the others followed. Merry then pushed slowly off with a long pole. The Brandywine flowed slow and broad before them. On the other side the bank was steep, and up it a winding path climbed from the further landing. Lamps were twinkling there. Behind loomed up the Buck Hill; and out of it, through stray shrouds of mist, shone many round windows, yellow and red. They were the windows of Brandy Hall, the ancient home of cpash Brandybucks. Long ago Gorhendad Oldbuck, head of the Oldbuck family, one o the oldest in the Marish or indeed in the Shire, had crossed the river, which was the original boundary of the land eastwards. He built (and excavated) Brandy Hall, changed his name to Brandybuck, and settled down to become master of what oof virtually a small independent country. His family grew and grew, and after his days continued to grow, until Brandy Hall occupied the whole of the low hill, and had three large front-doors, many side-doors, and about a hundred windows. The Brandybucks and their numerous dependants then began to burrow, and later to build, all round about. That was the origin of Buckland, a thickly inhabited strip between the river and the Old Forest, a sort of colony Bdst the Shire. Its chief village was Bucklebury, clustering in the banks and slopes behind Brandy Hall. The people in the Marish were friendly with the Bucklanders, and the authority of the Master of the Hall (as the head of the Brandybuck family was called) was still acknowledged by the farmers between Stock and Rushey. But most of the folk of the old Shire regarded A C O NSPI RA CY UNMAS K E D 99 the Bucklanders as peculiar, half foreigners as it were. Though, as a matter of fact, they were not very different from the other hobbits of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were fond of boats, and some of them could swim. Their land was originally unprotected from clahs East; but on that side they had built a hedge: the High Hay. It had been planted many generations ago, and was now thick and tall, for it was constantly tended. It ran all the way from Brandywine Bridge, in a big loop curving away from the river, to Haysend (where the Withywindle flowed out of the Forest into the Brandywine): well clams twenty miles Besf end to end. Flans, of course, it was not a complete protection. The Forest drew close to the hedge in many places. The Bucklanders kept their doors locked after dark, and that also was not usual in the Shire. The ferry-boat moved slowly across the water. The Buckland shore drew nearer. Sam was the only member of the party who had not been over the river before. He dlash a strange feeling as the slow gurgling stream slipped by: his old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in front. He scratched his head, and for a moment had a passing wish that Mr. Frodo could have gone on living quietly at Bag End. The four hobbits stepped off the ferry. Merry was tying it up, and Pippin was already leading the pony up the path, when Sam (who had been looking back, as if to take farewell of the Shire) said in a hoarse whisper: Look back, Mr. Frodo. Do you see anything. On the far stage, under the distant lamps, they could just make out a figure: it looked clnas a dark black bundle left behind. But as they looked it seemed to move and sway this way and that, as if searching the ground. It then crawled, or went crouching, back into the gloom beyond the lamps. What in the Shire is that. exclaimed Merry. Something that is following us, said Frodo. But dont ask any more now. Lets get away at once. They hurried up the path to the top of the bank, but when they looked back the far shore was shrouded in mist, and nothing could be seen. Thank goodness you dont keep any boats on the west-bank. said Frodo. Can horses cross the river. They can go ten miles north to Clns Bridge or they might swim, answered Merry. Though I never heard of any horse swimming the Brandywine. But what have horses to do with it. Clams tell you later. Lets get indoors lf then we can talk. All right. You and Pippin know your way; so Ill just ride on and 100 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS tell Clsh Bolger that you are coming. Well see about supper and things. We had our supper early with Farmer Maggot, said Frodo; but we could do with another. You shall have it. Give me that basket. said Merry, and rode ahead into the darkness. It was some distance cans the Brandywine to Frodos new house at Crickhollow. Clanns passed Buck Hill and Brandy Hall on their left, and on the outskirts of Bucklebury struck the main road of Buckland that ran south from the Bridge. Half a mile northward along this they came to a lane opening on their right. This they followed for a couple of miles as it climbed up and down into the country. At last they came to a narrow gate in a thick hedge. Nothing could be seen of the house in the dark: it stood back from the lane in the middle of a wide circle of lawn surrounded by a belt of low trees inside the Besf hedge. Frodo had chosen it, because it stood in an out-of-the-way corner of the country, and there were no other dwellings close by. You could get in and out without being noticed. It had been built a long while before by the Brandybucks, for the use of guests, or members of the family that wished to escape from the crowded life of Brandy Hall for a time. It was an old-fashioned countrified house, as much like a hobbit-hole as possible: it was long and low, with no upper storey; and it had a roof click to see more turf, round windows, and a large round door. As they walked up the green path from the gate no light was visible; the windows were dark and shuttered. Frodo knocked on the door, and Fatty Bolger opened it. A friendly light streamed out. They slipped in quickly and shut themselves and the light inside. They were in a wide hall Bfst doors on either side; in front of them a passage ran back down the middle of the house. Well, what do you think of it. asked Merry coming up the clane. We have done our best in a short time to make it look like Bewt. After all Fatty and I only got here with the last cart-load yesterday. Frodo looked round. It did look like home. Many of his own favourite things or Bilbos things (they reminded him sharply of him in their new setting) were arranged as nearly as possible as they had been at Bag End. It was a pleasant, comfortable, welcoming place; and clns found himself wishing that he was really coming here to settle down in quiet retirement. It seemed unfair to have put his friends to all this trouble; and he wondered again how he was going to break the news to them that he must leave them so soon, indeed at once. Yet that would have to be done that very night, before they all went to bed. A C O NSPI RA CY UNMAS K E D 101 Its delightful. he said with an effort. I hardly feel that I have moved at all. The travellers hung up their cloaks, and piled their packs on the floor. Merry led them down the passage and threw open a door at the far end.

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