Властелин колец: Братство кольца
At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
Brandybuck,’saidFrodo;‘andthisisSamGamgee.MynameisUnderhill.’
‘Therenow!’saidMr.Butterbur,snappinghisfingers.‘It’sgoneagain!Butit’llcomeback,whenIhavetimetothink.I’mrunoffmyfeet;butI’llseewhatIcandoforyou.Wedon’toftengetapartyoutoftheShirenowadays,andIshouldbesorrynottomakeyouwelcome.Butthereissuchacrowdalreadyinthehousetonightastherehasn’tbeenforlongenough.Itneverrainsbutitpours,wesayinBree.’
‘Hi!Nob!’heshouted.‘Whereareyou,youwoolly-footedslowcoach?Nob!’
‘Coming,sir!Coming!’Acheery-lookinghobbitbobbedoutofadoor,andseeingthetravellers,stoppedshortandstaredatthemwithgreatinterest.
‘Where’sBob?’askedthelandlord.‘Youdon’tknow?Well,findhim!Doublesharp!Ihaven’tgotsixlegs,norsixeyesneither!TellBobthere’sfiveponiesthathavetobestabled.Hemustfindroomsomehow.’Nobtrottedoffwithagrinandawink.
‘Wellnow,whatwasIgoingtosay?’saidMr.Butterbur,tappinghisforehead.‘Onethingdrivesoutanother,sotospeak.I’mthatbusytonight,myheadisgoinground.There’sapartythatcameuptheGreenwayfromdownSouthlastnight–andthatwasstrangeenoughtobeginwith.Thenthere’satravellingcompanyofdwarvesgoingWestcomeinthisevening.Andnowthere’syou.Ifyouweren’thobbits,Idoubtifwecouldhouseyou.Butwe’vegotaroomortwointhenorthwingthatweremadespecialforhobbits,whenthisplacewasbuilt.
