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The
man
stared
after
the
hobbits
for
a
moment
,
and
then
he
went
back
to
his
house
.
As
soon
as
his
back
was
turned
,
a
dark
figure
climbed
quickly
in
over
the
gate
and
melted
into
the
shadows
of
the
village
street
.
The
hobbits
rode
on
up
a
gentle
slope
,
passing
a
few
detached
houses
,
and
drew
up
outside
the
inn
.
The
houses
looked
large
and
strange
to
them
.
Sam
stared
up
at
the
inn
with
its
three
storeys
and
many
windows
,
and
felt
his
heart
sink
.
He
had
imagined
himself
meeting
giants
taller
than
trees
,
and
other
creatures
even
more
terrifying
,
some
time
or
other
in
the
course
of
his
journey
;
but
at
the
moment
he
was
finding
his
first
sight
of
Men
and
their
tall
houses
quite
enough
,
indeed
too
much
for
the
dark
end
of
a
tiring
day
.
He
pictured
black
horses
standing
all
saddled
in
the
shadows
of
the
inn-yard
,
and
Black
Riders
peering
out
of
dark
upper
windows
.
'
We
surely
are
n't
going
to
stay
here
for
the
night
,
are
we
,
sir
?
'
he
exclaimed
.
'
If
there
are
hobbit-folk
in
these
parts
,
why
do
n't
we
look
for
some
that
would
be
willing
to
take
us
in
?
It
would
be
more
homelike
.
'
'
What
's
wrong
with
the
inn
?
'
said
Frodo
.
'
Tom
Bombadil
recommended
it
.
I
expect
it
's
homelike
enough
inside
.
'
Even
from
the
outside
the
inn
looked
a
pleasant
house
to
familiar
eyes
.
It
had
a
front
on
the
Road
,
and
two
wings
running
back
on
land
partly
cut
out
of
the
lower
slopes
of
the
hill
,
so
that
at
the
rear
the
second-floor
windows
were
level
with
the
ground
.
There
was
a
wide
arch
leading
to
a
courtyard
between
the
two
wings
,
and
on
the
left
under
the
arch
there
was
a
large
doorway
reached
by
a
few
broad
steps
.
The
door
was
open
and
light
streamed
out
of
it
.
Above
the
arch
there
was
a
lamp
,
and
beneath
it
swung
a
large
signboard
:
a
fat
white
pony
reared
up
on
its
hind
legs
.
Over
the
door
was
painted
in
white
letters
:
the
prancing
pony
by
barliman
butterbur
.
Many
of
the
lower
windows
showed
lights
behind
thick
curtains
.
As
they
hesitated
outside
in
the
gloom
,
someone
began
singing
a
merry
song
inside
,
and
many
cheerful
voices
joined
loudly
in
the
chorus
.
They
listened
to
this
encouraging
sound
for
a
moment
and
then
got
off
their
ponies
.
The
song
ended
and
there
was
a
burst
of
laughter
and
clapping
.
They
led
their
ponies
under
the
arch
,
and
leaving
them
standing
in
the
yard
they
climbed
up
the
steps
.
Frodo
went
forward
and
nearly
bumped
into
a
short
fat
man
with
a
bald
head
and
a
red
face
.
He
had
a
white
apron
on
,
and
was
bustling
out
of
one
door
and
in
through
another
,
carrying
a
tray
laden
with
full
mugs
.
'
Can
we
--
--
'
began
Frodo
.
