Властелин колец: Братство кольца
At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
‘IamAragornsonofArathorn;andifbylifeordeathIcansaveyou,Iwill.’
Therewasalongsilence.AtlastFrodospokewithhesitation.‘Ibelievedthatyouwereafriendbeforethelettercame,’hesaid,‘oratleastIwishedto.Youhavefrightenedmeseveraltimestonight,butneverinthewaythatservantsoftheEnemywould,orsoIimagine.Ithinkoneofhisspieswould–well,seemfairerandfeelfouler,ifyouunderstand.’
‘Isee,’laughedStrider.‘Ilookfoulandfeelfair.Isthatit?Allthatisgolddoesnotglitter,notallthosewhowanderarelost.’
‘Didtheversesapplytoyouthen?’askedFrodo.‘Icouldnotmakeoutwhattheywereabout.ButhowdidyouknowthattheywereinGandalf’sletter,ifyouhaveneverseenit?’
‘Ididnotknow,’heanswered.‘ButIamAragorn,andthoseversesgowiththatname.’Hedrewouthissword,andtheysawthatthebladewasindeedbrokenafootbelowthehilt.‘Notmuchuseisit,Sam?’saidStrider.‘Butthetimeisnearwhenitshallbeforgedanew.’
Samsaidnothing.
‘Well,’saidStrider,‘withSam’spermissionwewillcallthatsettled.Stridershallbeyourguide.AndnowIthinkitistimeyouwenttobedandtookwhatrestyoucan.Weshallhavearoughroadtomorrow.EvenifweareallowedtoleaveBreeunhindered,wecanhardlyhopenowtoleaveitunnoticed.ButIshalltrytogetlostassoonaspossible.IknowoneortwowaysoutofBree-landotherthanthemainroad.Ifonceweshakeoffthepursuit,IshallmakeforWeathertop.’
