Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Scouring of the Shire
Thelandlookedrathersadandforlorn;butitwasafterallthefirstofNovemberandthefag-endofAutumn.Stillthereseemedanunusualamountofburninggoingon,andsmokerosefrommanypointsroundabout.AgreatcloudofitwasgoingupfarawayinthedirectionoftheWoodyEnd.
AseveningfelltheyweredrawingneartoFrogmorton,avillagerightontheRoad,abouttwenty-twomilesfromtheBridge.Theretheymeanttostaythenight;TheFloatingLogatFrogmortonwasagoodinn.Butastheycametotheeastendofthevillagetheymetabarrierwithalargeboardsayingnoroad;andbehinditstoodalargebandofShirriffswithstavesintheirhandsandfeathersintheircaps,lookingbothimportantandratherscared.
"What’sallthis?"saidFrodo,feelinginclinedtolaugh.
Thisiswhatitis,Mr.Baggins,saidtheleaderoftheShirriffs,atwo-featherhobbit:"You’rearrestedforGate-breaking,andTearingupofRules,andAssaultingGate-keepers,andTrespassing,andSleepinginShire-buildingswithoutLeave,andBribingGuardswithFood."
"Andwhatelse?"saidFrodo.
"That’lldotogoonwith,"saidtheShirriff-leader.
"Icanaddsomemore,ifyoulikeit,"saidSam."CallingyourChiefNames,WishingtopunchhisPimplyFace,andThinkingyouShirriffslookalotofTom-fools."
"Therenow,Mister,that’lldo.It’stheChief’sordersthatyou’retocomealongquiet.
