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"
No
indeed
!
"
she
answered
,
and
her
smile
faded
.
"
That
would
indeed
be
a
burden
,
"
she
added
in
a
low
voice
,
as
if
to
herself
.
"
The
trees
and
the
grasses
and
all
things
growing
or
living
in
the
land
belong
each
to
themselves
.
Tom
Bombadil
is
the
Master
.
No
one
has
ever
caught
old
Tom
walking
in
the
forest
,
wading
in
the
water
,
leaping
on
the
hil-tops
under
light
and
shadow
.
He
has
no
fear
.
Tom
Bombadil
is
master
.
"
A
door
opened
and
in
came
Tom
Bombadil
.
He
had
now
no
hat
and
his
thick
brown
hair
was
crowned
with
autumn
leaves
.
He
laughed
,
and
going
to
Goldberry
,
took
her
hand
.
"
Here
's
my
pretty
lady
!
"
he
said
,
bowing
to
the
hobbits
.
"
Here
's
my
Goldberry
clothed
all
in
silver-green
with
flowers
in
her
girdle
!
Is
the
table
laden
?
I
see
yelow
cream
and
honeycomb
,
and
white
bread
,
and
butter
;
milk
,
cheese
,
and
green
herbs
and
ripe
berries
gathered
.
Is
that
enough
for
us
?
Is
the
supper
ready
?
"
"
It
is
,
"
said
Goldberry
;
'
but
the
guests
perhaps
are
not
?
"
Tom
clapped
his
hands
and
cried
:
"
Tom
,
Tom
!
your
guests
are
tired
,
and
you
had
near
forgotten
!
Come
now
,
my
merry
friends
,
and
Tom
will
refresh
you
!
You
shal
clean
grimy
hands
,
and
wash
your
weary
faces
;
cast
off
your
muddy
cloaks
and
comb
out
your
tangles
!
"
He
opened
the
door
,
and
they
folowed
him
down
a
short
passage
and
round
a
sharp
turn
.
They
came
to
a
low
room
with
a
sloping
roof
(
a
penthouse
,
it
seemed
,
built
on
to
the
north
end
of
the
house
)
.
Its
wals
were
of
clean
stone
,
but
they
were
mostly
covered
with
green
hanging
mats
and
yelow
curtains
.
The
floor
was
flagged
,
and
strewn
with
fresh
green
rushes
.
There
were
four
deep
mattresses
,
each
piled
with
white
blankets
,
laid
on
the
floor
along
one
side
.
Against
the
opposite
wall
was
a
long
bench
laden
with
wide
earthenware
basins
,
and
beside
it
stood
brown
ewers
filed
with
water
,
some
cold
,
some
steaming
hot
.
There
were
soft
green
slippers
set
ready
beside
each
bed
.
Before
long
,
washed
and
refreshed
,
the
hobbits
were
seated
at
the
table
,
two
on
each
side
,
while
at
either
end
sat
Goldberry
and
the
Master
.
It
was
a
long
and
merry
meal
.
Though
the
hobbits
ate
,
as
only
famished
hobbits
can
eat
,
there
was
no
lack
.
The
drink
in
their
drinking-bowls
seemed
to
be
clear
cold
water
,
yet
it
went
to
their
hearts
like
wine
and
set
free
their
voices
.
The
guests
became
suddenly
aware
that
they
were
singing
merrily
,
as
if
it
was
easier
and
more
natural
than
talking
.
At
last
Tom
and
Goldberry
rose
and
cleared
the
table
swiftly
.
The
guests
were
commanded
to
sit
quiet
,
and
were
set
in
chairs
,
each
with
a
footstool
to
his
tired
feet
.
There
was
a
fire
in
the
wide
hearth
before
them
,
and
it
was
burning
with
a
sweet
smell
,
as
if
it
were
built
of
apple-wood
.
When
everything
was
set
in
order
,
all
the
lights
in
the
room
were
put
out
,
except
one
lamp
and
a
pair
of
candles
at
each
end
of
the
chimney-shelf
.
Then
Goldberry
came
and
stood
before
them
,
holding
a
candle
;
and
she
wished
them
each
a
good
night
and
deep
sleep
.
