Властелин колец: Две башни
Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit
What’staters,precious,eh,what’staters?
`Po-ta-toes,’saidSam.’TheGaffer’sdelight,andraregoodballastforanemptybelly.Butyouwon’tfindany,soyouneedn’tlook.ButbegoodSméagolandfetchmetheherbs,andI’llthinkbetterofyou.What’smore,ifyouturnoveranewleaf,andkeepitturned,I’llcookyousometatersoneofthesedays.Iwill:friedfishandchipsservedbyS.Gamgee.Youcouldn’tsaynotothat.’
`Yes,yeswecould.Spoilingnicefish,scorchingit.Givemefishnow,andkeepnasstychips!’
`Ohyou’rehopeless,’saidSam.’Gotosleep!’
Intheendhehadtofindwhathewantedforhimself;buthedidnothavetogofar,notoutofsightoftheplacewherehismasterlay,stillsleeping.ForawhileSamsatmusing,andtendingthefiretillthewaterboiled.Thedaylightgrewandtheairbecamewarm;thedewfadedoffturfandleaf.Soontherabbitscutuplaysimmeringintheirpanswiththebunchedherbs.AlmostSamfellasleepasthetimewentby.Heletthemstewforcloseonanhour,testingthemnowandagainwithhisfork,andtastingthebroth.
Whenhethoughtallwasreadyheliftedthepansoffthefire,andcreptalongtoFrodo.FrodohalfopenedhiseyesasSamstoodoverhim,andthenhewakenedfromhisdreaming:anothergentle,unrecoverabledreamofpeace.
`Hullo,Sam!’hesaid.`Notresting?Isanythingwrong?Whatisthetime?’
`Aboutacoupleofhoursafterdaybreak,’saidSam,`andnighonhalfpasteightbyShireclocks,maybe.Butnothing’swrong.
