The Lord of the Rings-指环王(英文版)-第35章

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And　the　Saturday　dish　went　off　at　a　run
with　the　silver　Sunday　spoon。

The　round　Moon　rolled　behind　the　hill
as　the　Sun　raised　up　her　head。
She　hardly　believed　her　fiery　eyes；
For　though　it　was　day；　to　her　surprise
they　all　went　back　to　bed！

There　was　loud　and　long　applause。　Frodo　had　a　good　voice；　and　the　song　tickled　their　fancy。　'Where's　old　Barley？'　they　cried。　'He　ought　to　hear　this。　Bob　ought　to　learn　his　cat　the　fiddle；　and　then　we'd　have　a　dance。'　They　called　for　more　ale；　and　began　to　shout：　'Let's　have　it　again；　master！　e　on　now！　Once　more！'

They　made　Frodo　have　another　drink；　and　then　begin　his　song　again；　while　many　of　them　joined　in；　for　the　tune　was　well　known；　and　they　were　quick　at　picking　up　words。　It　was　now　Frodo's　turn　to　feel　pleased　with　himself。　He　capered　about　on　the　table；　and　when　he　came　a　second　time　to　the　cow　jumped　over　the　Moon；　he　leaped　in　the　air。　Much　too　vigorously；　for　he　came　down；　bang；　into　a　tray　full　of　mugs；　and　slipped；　and　rolled　off　the　table　with　a　crash；　clatter；　and　bump！　The　audience　all　opened　their　mouths　wide　for　laughter；　and　stopped　short　a　gaping　silence；　for　the　singer　disappeared。　He　simply　vanished；　as　if　he　had　gone　slap　through　the　floor　without　leaving　a　hole！

The　local　hobbits　stared　in　amazement；　and　then　sprang　to　their　feet　and　shouted　for　Barliman。　All　the　pany　drew　away　from　Pippin　and　Sam；　who　found　themselves　left　alone　in　a　er；　and　eyed　darkly　and　doubtfully　from　a　distance。　It　was　plain　that　many　people　regarded　them　now　as　the　panions　of　a　travelling　magician　of　unknown　powers　and　purpose。　But　there　was　one　swarthy　Breelander；　who　stood　looking　at　them　with　a　knowing　and　halfmocking　expression　that　made　them　feel　very　unfortable。　Presently　he　slipped　out　of　the　door；　followed　by　the　squinteyed　southerner：　the　two　had　been　whispering　together　a　good　deal　during　the　evening。　Harry　the　gatekeeper　also　went　out　just　behind　them。。

Frodo　felt　a　fool。　Not　knowing　what　else　to　do；　he　crawled　away　under　the　tables　to　the　dark　er　by　Strider；　who　sat　unmoved；　giving　no　sign　of　his　thoughts。　Frodo　leaned　back　against　the　wall　and　took　off　the　Ring。　How　it　came　to　be　on　his　finger　he　could　not　tell。　He　could　only　suppose　that　he　had　been　handling　it　in　his　pocket　while　he　sang；　and　that　somehow　it　had　slipped　on　when　he　stuck　out　his　hand　with　a　jerk　to　save　his　fall。　For　a　moment　he　wondered　if　the　Ring　itself　had　not　played　him　a　trick；　perhaps　it　had　tried　to　reveal　itself　in　response　to　some　wish　or　mand　that　was　felt　in　the　room。　He　did　not　like　the　looks　of　the　men　that　had　gone　out。

'Well？'　said　Strider；　when　he　reappeared。　'Why　did　you　do　that？　Worse　than　anything　your　friends　could　have　said！　You　have　put　your　foot　in　it！　Or　should　I　say　your　finger？'

'I　don't　know　what　you　mean；'　said　Frodo；　annoyed　and　alarmed。

'Oh　yes；　you　do；'　answered　Strider；　'but　we　had　better　wait　until　the　uproar　has　died　down。　Then；　if　you　please；　Mr。　Baggins；　I　should　like　a　quiet　word　with　you。'

'What　about？'　asked　Frodo；　ignoring　the　sudden　use　of　his　proper　name。

'A　matter　of　some　importance　。　to　us　both；'　answered　Strider；　looking　Frodo　in　the　eye。　'You　may　hear　something　to　your　advantage。'

'Very　well；'　said　Frodo；　trying　to　appear　unconcerned。　'I'll　talk　to　you　later。'

Meanwhile　an　argument　was　going　on　by　the　fireplace。　Mr。　Butterbur　had　e　trotting　in；　and　he　was　now　trying　to　listen　to　several　conflicting　accounts　of　the　event　at　the　same　time。

'I　saw　him；　Mr。　Butterbur；'　said　a　hobbit；　'or　leastways　I　didn't　see　him；　if　you　take　my　meaning。　He　just　vanished　into　thin　air；　in　a　manner　of　speaking。'

'You　don't　say；　Mr。　Mugwort！'　said　the　landlord；　looking　puzzled。

'Yes　I　do！'　replied　Mugwort。　'And　I　mean　what　I　say；　what's　more。'

'There's　some　mistake　somewhere；'　said　Butterbur；　shaking　his　head。　There　was　too　much　of　that　Mr。　Underhill　to　go　vanishing　into　thin　air；　or　into　thick　air；　as　is　more　likely　in　this　room。'

'Well；　where　is　he　now？'　cried　several　voices。

'How　should　I　know？　He's　wele　to　go　where　he　will；　so　long　as　he　pays　in　the　morning。　There's　Mr。　Took；　now：　he's　not　vanished。'

'Well；　I　saw　what　I　saw；　and　I　saw　what　I　didn't；'　said　Mugwort　obstinately。

'And　I　say　there's　some　mistake；'　repeated　Butterbur；　picking　up　the　tray　and　gathering　up　the　broken　crockery。

'Of　course　there's　a　mistake！'　said　Frodo。　'I　haven't　vanished。　Here　I　am！　I've　just　been　having　a　few　words　with　Strider　in　the　er。'

He　came　forward　into　the　firelight；　but　most　of　the　pany　backed　away；　even　more　perturbed　than　before。　They　were　not　in　the　least　satisfied　by　his　explanation　that　he　had　crawled　away　quickly　under　the　tables　after　he　had　fallen。　Most　of　the　Hobbits　and　the　Men　of　Bree　went　off　then　and　there　in　a　huff；　having　no　fancy　for　further　entertainment　that　evening。　One　or　two　gave　Frodo　a　black　look　and　departed　muttering　among　themselves。　The　Dwarves　and　the　two　or　three　strange　Men　that　still　remained　got　up　and　said　good　night　to　the　landlord；　but　not　to　Frodo　and　his　friends。　Before　long　no　one　was　left　but　Strider；　who　sat　on；　unnoticed；　by　the　wall。

Mr。　Butterbur　did　not　seem　much　put　out。　He　reckoned；　very　probably；　that　his　house　would　be　full　again　on　many　future　nights；　until　the　present　mystery　had　been　thoroughly　discussed。　'Now　what　have　you　been　doing；　Mr。　Underhill？'　he　asked。　'Frightening　my　customers　and　breaking　up　my　crocks　with　your　acrobatics！'

'I　am　very　sorry　to　have　caused　any　trouble；'　said　Frodo。　'It　was　quite　unintentional；　I　assure　you。　A　most　unfortunate　accident。'

'All　right；　Mr。　Underhill！　But　if　you're　going　to　do　any　more　tumbling；　or　conjuring；　or　whatever　it　was；　you'd　best　warn　folk　beforehand　。　and　warn　me。　We're　a　bit　suspicious　round　here　of　anything　out　of　the　way　uncanny；　if　you　understand　me；　and　we　don't　take　to　it　all　of　a　sudden。'

'I　shan't　be　doing　anything　of　the　sort　again；　Mr。　Butterbur；　I　promise　you。　And　now　I　think　I'll　be　getting　to　bed。　We　shall　be　making　an　early　start。　Will　you　see　that　our　ponies　are　ready　by　eight　o'clock？'

'Very　good！　But　before　you　go；　I　should　like　a　word　with　you　in　private；　Mr。　Underhill。　Something　has　just　e　back　to　my　mind　that　I　ought　to　tell　you。　I　hope　that　you'll　not　take　it　amiss。　When　I've　seen　to　a　thing　or　two；　I'll　e　along　to　your　room；　if　you're　willing。'

'Certainly！'　said　Frodo；　but　his　heart　sank。　He　wondered　how　many　private　talks　he　would　have　before　he　got　to　bed；　and　what　they　would　reveal。　Were　these　people　all　in　league　against　him？　He　began　to　suspect　even　old　Butterbur's　fat　face　of　concealing　dark　designs。

Chapter　10
Strider
　

Frodo；　Pippin；　and　Sam　made　their　way　back　to　the　parlour。　There　was　no　light。　Merry　was　not　there；　and　the　fire　had　burned　low。　It　was　not　until　they　had　puffed　up　the　embers　into　a　blaze　and　thrown　on　a　couple　of　faggots　that　they　discovered　Strider　had　e　with　them。　There　he　was　calmly　sitting　in　a　chair　by　the　door！

'Hallo！'　said　Pippin。　'Who　are　you；　and　what　do　you　want？'

'I　am　called　Strider；'　he　answered：　'and　though　he　may　have　fotten　it；　your　friend　promised　to　have　a　quiet　talk　with　me。'

'You　said　I　might　hear　something　to　my　advantage；　I　believe；'　said　Frodo。　'What　have　you　to　say？'

'Several　things；'　answered　Strider。　'But；　of　course；　I　have　my　price。'

'What　do　you　mean？'　asked　Frodo　sharply。

'Don't　be　alarmed！　I　mean　just　this：　I　will　tell　you　what　I　know；　and　give　you　some　good　advice　。　but　I　shall　want　a　reward。'

'And　what　will　that　be；　pray？'　said　Frodo。　He　suspected　now　that　he　had　fallen　in　with　a　rascal；　and　he　thought　unfortably　that　he　had　brought　only　a　little　money　with　him。　All　of　it　would　hardly　satisfy　a　rogue；　and　he　could　not　spare　any　of　it。

'No　more　than　you　can　afford；'　answered　Strider　with　a　slow　smile；　as　if　he　guessed　Frodo's　thoughts。　'Just　this：　you　must　take　me　along　with　you；　until　I　wish　to　leave　you。'

'Oh；　indeed！'　replied　Frodo；　surprised；　but　not　much　relieved。　'Even　if　I　wanted　another　panion；　I　should　not　agree　to　any　such　thing；　until　I　knew　a　good　deal　more　about　you；　and　your　business。'

'Excellent！'　exclaimed　Strider；　crossing　his　legs　and　sitting　back　fortably。　'You　seem　to　be　ing　to　your　senses　again；　and　that　is　all　to　the　good。　You　have　been　much　too　careless　so　far。　Very　well！　I　will　tell　you　what　I　know；　and　leave　the　reward　to　you。　You　may　be　glad　to　grant　it；　when　you　have　heard　me。'

'Go　on　then！'　said　Frodo。　'What　do　you　know？'

'Too　much；　too　many　dark　things；'　said　Strider　grimly。　'But　as　for　your　business　'　He　got　up　and　went　to　the　door；　opened　it　quickly　and　looked　out。　Then　he　shut　it　quietly　and　sat　down　again。　'I　have　quick　ears；'　he　went　on；　lowering　his　voice；　'and　though　I　cannot　disappear；　I　have　hunted　many　wild　and　wary　things　and　I　can　usually　avoid　being　seen；　if　I　wish。　Now；　I　was　behind　the　hedge　this　evening　on　the　Road　west　of　Bree；　when　four　hobbits　came　out　of　the　Downlands。　I　need　not　repeat　all　that　they　said　to　old　Bombadil　or　to　one　another；　but　one　thing　interested　me。　Please　remember；　said　one　of　them；　that　the　name　Baggins　must　not　be　mentioned。　I　am　Mr。　Underhill；　if　any　name　must　be　given。　That　interested　me　so　much　that　I　followed　them　here。　I　slipped　over　the　gate　just　behind　them。　Maybe　Mr。　Baggins　has　an　honest　reason　for　leaving　his　name　behind；　but　if　so；　I　should　advise　him　and　his　friends　to　be　more　careful。'

'I　don't　see　what　interest　my　name　has　for　any　one　in　Bree；'　said　Frodo　angrily；　'and　I　have　still　to　learn　why　it　interests　you。　Mr。　Strider　may　have　an　honest　reason　for　spying　and　eavesdropping；　but　if　so；　I　should　advise　him　to　explain　it。'

'Well　answered！'　said　Strider　laughing。　'But　the　explanation　is　simple：

I　was　looking　for　a　Hobbit　called　Frodo　Baggins。　I　wanted　to　find　him　quickly。　I　had　learned　that　he　was　carrying　out　of　the　Shire；　well；　a　secret　that　concerned　me　and　my　friends。

'Now；　don't　mistake　me！'　he　cried；　as　Frodo　rose　from　his　seat；　and　Sam　jumped　up　with　a　scowl。　'I　shall　take　more　care　of　the　secret　than　you　do。　And　care　is　needed！'　He　leaned　forward　and　looked　at　them。　'Watch　every　shadow！'　he　said　in　a　low　voice。　'Black　horsemen　have　passed　through　Bree。　On　Monday　one　came　down　the　Greenway；　they　say；　a