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They
rode
down
the
bank
and
looked
up
and
down
.
There
was
nothing
to
be
seen
.
'
Well
,
here
we
are
again
at
last
!
'
said
Frodo
.
'
I
suppose
we
have
n't
lost
more
than
two
days
by
my
short
cut
through
the
Forest
!
But
perhaps
the
delay
will
prove
useful
--
it
may
have
put
them
off
our
trail
.
'
The
others
looked
at
him
.
The
shadow
of
the
fear
of
the
Black
Riders
came
suddenly
over
them
again
.
Ever
since
they
had
entered
the
Forest
they
had
thought
chiefly
of
getting
back
to
the
Road
;
only
now
when
it
lay
beneath
their
feet
did
they
remember
the
danger
which
pursued
them
,
and
was
more
than
likely
to
be
lying
in
wait
for
them
upon
the
Road
itself
.
They
looked
anxiously
back
towards
the
setting
sun
,
but
the
Road
was
brown
and
empty
.
'
Do
you
think
,
'
asked
Pippin
hesitatingly
,
'
do
you
think
we
may
be
pursued
,
tonight
?
'
'
No
,
I
hope
not
tonight
,
'
answered
Tom
Bombadil
;
'
nor
perhaps
the
next
day
.
But
do
not
trust
my
guess
;
for
I
can
not
tell
for
certain
.
Out
east
my
knowledge
fails
.
Tom
is
not
master
of
Riders
from
the
Black
Land
far
beyond
his
country
.
'
All
the
same
the
hobbits
wished
he
was
coming
with
them
.
They
felt
that
he
would
know
how
to
deal
with
Black
Riders
,
if
anyone
did
.
They
would
soon
now
be
going
forward
into
lands
wholly
strange
to
them
,
and
beyond
all
but
the
most
vague
and
distant
legends
of
the
Shire
,
and
in
the
gathering
twilight
they
longed
for
home
.
A
deep
loneliness
and
sense
of
loss
was
on
them
.
They
stood
silent
,
reluctant
to
make
the
final
parting
,
and
only
slowly
became
aware
that
Tom
was
wishing
them
farewell
,
and
telling
them
to
have
good
heart
and
to
ride
on
till
dark
without
halting
.
'
Tom
will
give
you
good
advice
,
till
this
day
is
over
(
after
that
your
own
luck
must
go
with
you
and
guide
you
)
:
four
miles
along
the
Road
you
'll
come
upon
a
village
,
Bree
under
Bree-hill
,
with
doors
looking
westward
.
There
you
'll
find
an
old
inn
that
is
called
The
Prancing
Pony
.
Barliman
Butterbur
is
the
worthy
keeper
.
There
you
can
stay
the
night
,
and
afterwards
the
morning
will
speed
you
upon
your
way
.
Be
bold
,
but
wary
!
Keep
up
your
merry
hearts
,
and
ride
to
meet
your
fortune
!
'
They
begged
him
to
come
at
least
as
far
as
the
inn
and
drink
once
more
with
them
;
but
he
laughed
and
refused
,
saying
:
Tom
's
country
ends
here
:
he
will
not
pass
the
borders
.
Tom
has
his
house
to
mind
,
and
Goldberry
is
waiting
!
