Властелин колец: Две башни
Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit
Theyfinished,andSamwentofftothestreamtorinsehisgear.Ashestooduptoreturn,helookedbackuptheslope.Atthatmomenthesawthesunriseoutofthereek,orhaze,ordarkshadow,orwhateveritwas,thatlayevertotheeast,anditsentitsgoldenbeamsdownuponthetreesandgladesabouthim.Thenhenoticedathinspiralofblue-grey,smoke,plaintoseeasitcaughtthesunlight,risingfromathicketabovehim.Withashockherealizedthatthiswasthesmokefromhislittlecooking-fire,whichhehadneglectedtoputout.
`Thatwon’tdo!Neverthoughtitwouldshowlikethat!’hemuttered,andhestartedtohurryback.Suddenlyhehaltedandlistened.Hadheheardawhistleornot?Orwasitthecallofsomestrangebird?Ifitwasawhistle,itdidnotcomefromFrodo’sdirection.Thereitwentagainfromanotherplace!Sambegantorunaswellashecoulduphill.
Hefoundthatasmallbrand,burningawaytoitsouterend,hadkindledsomefernattheedgeofthefire,andthefernblazinguphadsettheturvessmouldering.Hastilyhestampedoutwhatwasleftofthefire,scatteredtheashes,andlaidtheturvesonthehole.ThenhecreptbacktoFrodo.
’Didyouhearawhistle,andwhatsoundedlikeananswer?’heasked.`Afewminutesback.Ihopeitwasonlyabird,butitdidn’tsoundquitelikethat:morelikesomebodymimickingabird-call,Ithought.AndI’mafraidmybitoffire’sbeensmoking.NowifI’vegoneandbroughttrouble,I’llneverforgivemyself.
