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With a sheepish glance at his leader, who looked wrathful but did not dare to interfere, Shirriff Smallburrow fell back and walked beside Sam, who got down off his pony. Look here, Cock-robin. said Sam. Youre Hobbiton-bred and 1002 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS ought to have more sense, coming a-waylaying Mr. Frodo and all. And whats all this about the inn being closed. Theyre all closed, said Robin. The Chief doesnt hold with beer. Leastways that is how it started. But now I reckon its his Men that has it all. And he doesnt hold with folk moving about; so if they will or they must, then they has to go to the Shirriff-house and explain their business. You ought to be ashamed of yourself having anything to do with such nonsense, said Sam. You used to like the inside of an inn better than the outside yourself. You were always popping in, on duty or off. And so I would be still, Sam, if I could. But dont be hard on me. What can I do. You know how I went for a Shirriff seven years ago, before any of this began. Gave me a chance of walking round the country and seeing folk, and hearing the news, and knowing where the good beer was. But now its different. But you can give it up, stop Shirriffing, if it has stopped being a respectable job, said Sam. Were not allowed to, said Robin. If I hear not allowed much oftener, said Sam, Im going to get angry. Cant say as Id be sorry to see it, said Robin lowering his voice. If we all got angry together something might be done. But its these Men, Sam, the Chiefs Men. He sends them round everywhere, and if any of us small folk stand up for our rights, they drag him off to the Lockholes. They took old Flourdumpling, old Will Whitfoot the Mayor, first, and theyve taken a lot more. Lately its been getting worse. Often they beat em now. Then why do you do their work for them. said Sam angrily. Who sent you to Frogmorton. No one did. We stay here in the big Shirriff-house. Were the First Eastfarthing Troop now. Theres hundreds of Shirriffs all told, and they want more, with all these new rules. Most of them are in it against their will, but not all. Even in the Shire there are some as like minding other folks business and talking big. And theres worse than that: theres a few as do spy-work for the Chief and his Men. So thats how you had news of us, is it. Thats right. We arent allowed to send by it now, but they use the old Quick Post service, and keep special runners at different points. One came in from Whitfurrows last night with a secret message, and another took it on from here. And a message came back this afternoon saying you was to be arrested and taken to Bywater, not direct to the Lockholes. The Chief wants to see you at once, evidently. T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1003 He wont be so eager when Mr. Frodo has finished with him, said Sam. The Shirriff-house at Frogmorton was as bad as the Bridge-house. It had only one storey, but it had the same narrow windows, and it was built of ugly pale bricks, badly laid. Inside it was damp and cheerless, and supper was served on a long bare table that had not been scrubbed for weeks. The food deserved no better setting. The travellers were glad to leave the place. It was about eighteen miles to Link, and they set off at ten oclock in the morning. They would have started earlier, only the delay so plainly annoyed the Shirriff-leader. The west wind had shifted northward and it was turning colder, but the rain was gone. It was rather a comic cavalcade that left the village, though the few folk that came out to stare at the get-up of the travellers did not seem quite sure whether laughing was allowed. A dozen Shirriffs had been told off as escort to the prisoners; but Merry made them march in front, while Frodo and his friends rode behind. Merry, Pippin, and Sam sat at their ease laughing and talking and singing, while the Shirriffs stumped along trying to look stern and important. Frodo, however, was silent and looked rather sad and thoughtful. The last person they passed was a sturdy old gaffer clipping a hedge. Hullo, hullo. he jeered. Now whos arrested who. Two of the Shirriffs immediately left the party and went towards him. Leader. said Merry. Order your fellows back to final, baldurs gate wallpaper laptop congratulate places at once, if you dont want me to deal with them. The two hobbits at a sharp word from the leader came back sulkily. Now get on. said Merry, and after that the travellers saw to it that their ponies pace was quick enough to push the Shirriffs along as fast as they could go. The sun came out, and in spite of the chilly wind they were soon puffing and sweating. At the Three-Farthing Stone they gave it up. They had done nearly fourteen miles with only one rest at noon. It was now three oclock. They were hungry and very footsore and they could not stand the pace. Well, come along in your own time!said Merry. We are going on. Good-bye, Cock-robin. said Sam. Ill wait for you outside The Green Dragon, if visit web page havent forgotten where that is. Dont dawdle on the way. Youre breaking arrest, thats what youre doing, Steam room yeast infection the leader ruefully, and I cant be answerable. We shall break a good many things yet, and not ask you to answer, said Pippin. Good luck to you. 1004 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The travellers trotted on, and as the sun began to sink towards the White Downs far away on the western horizon they came to Bywater by its wide pool; and there they had their first really painful shock. This was Frodo and Sams own country, and they found out are baldurs gate act 1 walkthrough online opinion that they cared about it more than any other place in the world. Many of the houses that they had known were missing. Some seemed to have been burned down. The pleasant row of old hobbit-holes in the bank on the north side of the Pool were deserted, and their little gardens that used to run down bright to the waters edge were rank with weeds. Worse, there was a whole line of the ugly new houses all along Pool Side, where the Hobbiton Road ran close to the bank. An avenue of trees had stood there. They were all gone. And looking with dismay up the road towards Bag End they saw a tall chimney of brick in the distance. It was pouring out black smoke into the evening air. Sam was beside himself. Im going right on, Mr. Frodo. he cried. Im going to see whats up. I want to find my gaffer. We ought to find out first what were in for, Sam, said Merry. I guess that the Chief will have a gang of ruffians handy. We had better find someone who will tell us how things are round here. But in the village of Bywater all the houses and holes were shut, and no one greeted them. They wondered at this, but they soon discovered the reason of it. When they reached The Green Dragon, the last house on the Hobbiton side, now lifeless and with broken windows, they were disturbed to see half a dozen large ill-favoured Men lounging against the inn-wall; they were squint-eyed and sallowfaced. Like that friend of Bill Fernys at Bree, said Sam. Like many that I saw at Isengard, muttered Merry. The ruffians had clubs in their hands and horns by their belts, but they had no other weapons, as far as could be seen. As the travellers rode up they left the wall and walked into the road, blocking the way. Where dyou think youre going. said one, the largest and most evil-looking of the crew. Theres no road for you any further. And where are those precious Shirriffs. Coming along nicely, said Merry. A little footsore, perhaps. We promised to wait for them here. Garn, what did I say. said the ruffian to his mates. I told Sharkey it was no good trusting those little fools. Some of our chaps ought to have been sent. And what difference would that have made, pray. said Merry. We are not used to footpads in this country, but we know how to deal with them. T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1005 Footpads, eh. said the man. So thats your tone, is it. Change it, or well change it for you. You little folk are getting too uppish. Dont you trust too much in the Bosss kind heart. Sharkeys come now, and hell do what Sharkey says. And what may that be. said Frodo quietly. This country wants waking up and setting to rights, said the steamed kale with garlic, and Sharkeys going to do it; and make it hard, if you drive him to it. You need a bigger Boss. And youll get one before the year is out, if theres any more trouble. Then youll learn a thing or two, you little rat-folk. Indeed. I am glad to hear of your Steam room yeast infection, said Frodo. I am on my way to call on Mr. Lotho, and he may be interested to hear of them too. The ruffian laughed. Lotho. He knows all right. Dont you worry. Hell do what Sharkey says. Because if a Boss gives trouble, we can change him. See. And if little folks try to push in where theyre not wanted, we can put them out of mischief. See. Yes, I see, said Frodo. For one thing, I see that youre behind the times and the news here. Much has happened since you left the South. Your day is over, no temperature steam generator control iron all other ruffians. The Dark Tower has fallen, and there is a King in Gondor. And Isengard has been destroyed, and your precious master is a beggar in the wilderness. I passed him on the road. The Kings messengers will ride up the Greenway now, not bullies from Isengard. The man stared at him and smiled. A beggar in the wilderness. he mocked. Oh, is he indeed. Swagger it, swagger it, my little cock-awhoop. But that wont stop us living in this fat little country where you have lazed long enough. And he snapped his fingers in Frodos face Kings messengers. That for them. When I see one, Ill take notice, perhaps. This was too much for Pippin. His thoughts went back to the Field of Cormallen, and here was a squint-eyed rascal calling the Ring-bearer little cock-a-whoop. He cast back his cloak, flashed out his sword, and the silver and sable of Gondor gleamed on him as he rode forward. I am a messenger of the King, he said. You are speaking to the Kings friend, and one of the most renowned in all the lands https://strategygamespc.cloud/pubg-gameloop/pubg-gameloop-windows-10-buy.php the West. You are a ruffian and a fool. Down on your knees in the road and ask pardon, or I will set this trolls bane in you. The sword glinted in the westering sun. Merry and Sam drew their swords also and rode up to support Pippin; but Frodo did not move. The ruffians gave back. Scaring Bree-land peasants, and bullying bewildered hobbits, had been their work. Fearless hobbits with bright swords and grim faces were a great surprise. And there was a 1006 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS note in the voices of these newcomers that they had not heard before. It chilled them with fear. said Merry. If you trouble this village again, you will regret it. The three hobbits came on, and then the ruffians turned and fled, running away up the Hobbiton Road; but they blew their horns as they ran. Well, weve come back none too soon, said Merry. Not a day too soon. Perhaps too late, at any rate to save Lotho, said Frodo. Miserable fool, but I am sorry for click at this page. Save Lotho. Whatever do you mean. said Pippin. Destroy him, I should say.
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