Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Three is Company
Heturnedtogoback,andthenslopped,forheheardvoices,justroundthecornerbytheendofBagshotRow.OnevoicewascertainlytheoldGaffer’s;theotherwasstrange,andsomehowunpleasant.Hecouldnotmakeoutwhatitsaid,butheheardtheGaffer’sanswers,whichwererathershril.Theoldmanseemedputout.
"No,Mr.Bagginshasgoneaway.Wentthismorning,andmySamwentwithhim:anywayallhisstuffwent.Yes,soldoutandgone,Itel’ee.Why?Why’snoneofmybusiness,oryours.
Whereto?Thatain’tnosecret.He’smovedtoBuckleburyorsomesuchplace,awaydownyonder.Yesitis-atidyway.I’veneverbeensofarmyself;they’requeerfolksinBuckland.
No,Ican’tgivenomessage.Goodnighttoyou!"
FootstepswentawaydowntheHil.FrodowonderedvaguelywhythefactthattheydidnotcomeonuptheHillseemedagreatrelief."Iamsickofquestionsandcuriosityaboutmydoings,Isuppose,"hethought."Whataninquisitivelottheyallare!"HehadhalfamindtogoandasktheGafferwhotheinquirerwas;buthethoughtbetter(orworse)ofit,andturnedandwalkedquicklybacktoBagEnd.
Pippinwassittingonhispackintheporch.Samwasnotthere.Frodosteppedinsidethedarkdoor."Sam!"hecaled."Sam!Time!"
"Coming,sir!"cametheanswerfromfarwithin,folowedsoonbySamhimself,wipinghismouth.Hehadbeensayingfareweltothebeer-barrelinthecelar.
"Allaboard,Sam?"saidFrodo.
