Хоббит
Fire and Water
Hewasdrenchedwithwater,hisblackhairhungwetoverhisfaceandshoulders,andafiercelightwasinhiseyes.
"Bardisnotlost!"hecried."HedivedfromEsgaroth,whentheenemywasslain.IamBard,ofthelineofGirion;Iamtheslayerofthedragon!""KingBard!KingBard!"theyshouted;buttheMastergroundhischatteringteeth.
"GirionwaslordofDale,notkingofEsgaroth,"hesaid."IntheLake-townwehavealwayselectedmastersfromamongtheoldandwise,andhavenotenduredtheruleofmerefightingmen.Let’KingBard’gobacktohisownkingdom-Daleisnowfreedbyhisvalour,andnothingbindershisreturn.Andanythatwishcangowithhim,iftheypreferthecoldshoresundertheshadowoftheMountaintothegreenshoresofthelake.Thewisewillstayhereandhopetorebuildourtown,andenjoyagainintimeitspeaceandriches.""WewillhaveKingBard!"thepeoplenearathandshoutedinreply."Wehavehadenoughoftheoldmenandthemoney-counters!"Andpeoplefurtherofftookupthecry:"UptheBowman,anddownwithMoneybags,"tilltheclamourechoedalongtheshore.
"IamthelastmantoundervalueBardtheBowman,"saidtheMasterwarily(forBardnowstoodclosebesidehim)."Hehastonightearnedaneminentplaceintherollofthebenefactorsofourtown;andheisworthyofmanyimperishablesongs.
