Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Scouring of the Shire
"Thereisn’tnopipe-weednow,"saidHob,"atleastonlyfortheChief’smen.Allthestocksseemtohavegone.Wedohearthatwaggon-loadsofitwentawaydowntheoldroadoutoftheSouthfarthing,overSarnFordway.Thatwouldbetheendo"lastyear,afteryouleft.Butithadbeengoingawayquietlybeforethat,inasmallway.ThatLotho—"
"Nowyoushutup,HobHayward!"criedseveraloftheothers."Youknowtalko"thatsortisn’tallowed.TheChiefwillhearofit,andwe’llallbeintrouble."
"Hewouldn’thearnaught,ifsomeofyouhereweren’tsneaks,"rejoinedHobhotly.
"Allright,allright!"saidSam."That’squiteenough.Idon’twanttohearnomore.Nowelcome,nobeer,nosmoke,andalotofrulesandorc-talkinstead.Ihopedtohavearest,butIcanseethere’sworkandtroubleahead.Let’ssleepandforgetittillmorning!"
Thenew"Chief"evidentlyhadmeansofgettingnews.ItwasagoodfortymilesfromtheBridgetoBagEnd,butsomeonemadethejourneyinahurry.SoFrodoandhisfriendssoondiscovered.
Theyhadnotmadeanydefiniteplans,buthadvaguelythoughtofgoingdowntoCrickhollowtogetherfirst,andrestingthereabit.Butnow,seeingwhatthingswerelike,theydecidedtogostraighttoHobbiton.SothenextdaytheysetoutalongtheRoadandjoggedalongsteadily.Thewindhaddroppedbuttheskywasgrey.
