Властелин колец: Братство кольца
At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
Butterbur,’saidahobbit;‘orleastwaysIdidn’tseehim,ifyoutakemymeaning.Hejustvanishedintothinair,inamannerofspeaking.’
‘Youdon’tsay,Mr.Mugwort!’saidthelandlord,lookingpuzzled.
‘YesIdo!’repliedMugwort.‘AndImeanwhatIsay,what’smore.’
‘There’ssomemistakesomewhere,’saidButterbur,shakinghishead.‘TherewastoomuchofthatMr.Underhilltogovanishingintothinair;orintothickair,asismorelikelyinthisroom.’
‘Well,whereishenow?’criedseveralvoices.
‘HowshouldIknow?He’swelcometogowherehewill,solongashepaysinthemorning.There’sMr.Took,now:he’snotvanished.’
‘Well,IsawwhatIsaw,andIsawwhatIdidn’t,’saidMugwortobstinately.
‘AndIsaythere’ssomemistake,’repeatedButterbur,pickingupthetrayandgatheringupthebrokencrockery.
‘Ofcoursethere’samistake!’saidFrodo.‘Ihaven’tvanished.HereIam!I’vejustbeenhavingafewwordswithStriderinthecorner.’
Hecameforwardintothefirelight;butmostofthecompanybackedaway,evenmoreperturbedthanbefore.Theywerenotintheleastsatisfiedbyhisexplanationthathehadcrawledawayquicklyunderthetablesafterhehadfallen.MostoftheHobbitsandtheMenofBreewentoffthenandthereinahuff,havingnofancyforfurtherentertainmentthatevening.OneortwogaveFrodoablacklookanddepartedmutteringamongthemselves.
