Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Knife in the Dark
Itrentthenightlikefireonahill-top.
AWAKE!FEAR!FIRE!FOES!AWAKE!
FattyBolgerhadnotbeenidle.Assoonashesawthedarkshapescreepfromthegarden,heknewthathemustrunforit,orperish.Andrunhedid,outofthebackdoor,throughthegarden,andoverthefields.Whenhereachedthenearesthouse,morethanamileaway,hecollapsedonthedoorstep.‘No,no,no!’hewascrying.‘No,notme!Ihaven’tgotit!’Itwassometimebeforeanyonecouldmakeoutwhathewasbabblingabout.AtlasttheygottheideathatenemieswereinBuckland,somestrangeinvasionfromtheOldForest.Andthentheylostnomoretime.
FEAR!FIRE!FOES!
TheBrandybuckswereblowingtheHorn-callofBuckland,thathadnotbeensoundedforahundredyears,notsincethewhitewolvescameintheFellWinter,whentheBrandywinewasfrozenover.
AWAKE!AWAKE!
Farawayansweringhornswereheard.Thealarmwasspreading.
Theblackfiguresfledfromthehouse.Oneofthemletfallahobbit-cloakonthestep,asheran.Inthelanethenoiseofhoofsbrokeout,andgatheringtoagallop,wenthammeringawayintothedarkness.AllaboutCrickhollowtherewasthesoundofhornsblowing,andvoicescryingandfeetrunning.ButtheBlackRidersrodelikeagaletotheNorth-gate.Letthelittlepeopleblow!Sauronwoulddealwiththemlater.Meanwhiletheyhadanothererrand:theyknewnowthatthehousewasemptyandtheRinghadgone.TheyrodedowntheguardsatthegateandvanishedfromtheShire.
