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Just
then
they
became
aware
of
a
yellow
light
that
had
appeared
,
some
way
further
on
into
the
wood
:
shafts
of
sunlight
seemed
suddenly
to
have
pierced
the
forest-roof
.
'
Hullo
!
'
said
Merry
.
'
The
Sun
must
have
run
into
a
cloud
while
we
've
been
under
these
trees
,
and
now
she
has
run
out
again
;
or
else
she
has
climbed
high
enough
to
look
down
through
some
opening
.
It
is
n't
far
-
let
's
go
and
investigate
!
'
They
found
it
was
further
than
they
thought
.
The
ground
was
rising
steeply
still
,
and
it
was
becoming
increasingly
stony
.
The
light
grew
broader
as
they
went
on
,
and
soon
they
saw
that
there
was
a
rock-wall
before
them
:
the
side
of
a
hill
,
or
the
abrupt
end
of
some
long
root
thrust
out
by
the
distant
mountains
.
No
trees
grew
on
it
,
and
the
sun
was
falling
full
on
its
stony
face
.
The
twigs
of
the
trees
at
its
foot
were
stretched
out
stiff
and
still
,
as
if
reaching
out
to
the
warmth
.
Where
all
had
looked
so
shabby
and
grey
before
,
the
wood
now
gleamed
with
rich
browns
,
and
with
the
smooth
black-greys
of
bark
like
polished
leather
.
The
boles
of
the
trees
glowed
with
a
soft
green
like
young
grass
:
early
spring
or
a
fleeting
vision
of
it
was
about
them
.
In
the
face
of
the
stony
wall
there
was
something
like
a
stair
:
natural
perhaps
,
and
made
by
the
weathering
and
splitting
of
the
rock
,
for
it
was
rough
and
uneven
.
High
up
,
almost
level
with
the
tops
of
forest-trees
,
there
was
a
shelf
under
a
cliff
.
Nothing
grew
there
but
a
few
grasses
and
weeds
at
its
edge
,
and
one
old
stump
of
a
tree
with
only
two
bent
branches
left
:
it
looked
almost
like
the
figure
of
some
gnarled
old
man
,
standing
there
,
blinking
in
the
morning-light
.
'
Up
we
go
!
'
said
Merry
joyfully
.
'N
ow
for
a
breath
of
air
,
and
a
sight
of
the
land
!
'
They
climbed
and
scrambled
up
the
rock
.
If
the
stair
had
been
made
it
was
for
bigger
feet
and
longer
legs
than
theirs
.
They
were
too
eager
to
be
surprised
at
the
remarkable
way
in
which
the
cuts
and
sores
of
their
captivity
had
healed
and
their
vigour
had
returned
.
They
came
at
length
to
the
edge
of
the
shelf
almost
at
the
feet
of
the
old
stump
;
then
they
sprang
up
and
turned
round
with
their
backs
to
the
hill
,
breathing
deep
,
and
looking
out
eastward
.
They
saw
that
they
had
only
come
some
three
or
four
miles
into
the
forest
:
the
heads
of
the
trees
marched
down
the
slopes
towards
the
plain
.
There
,
near
the
fringe
of
the
forest
,
tall
spires
of
curling
black
smoke
went
up
,
wavering
and
floating
towards
them
.
'
The
wind
's
changing
,
'
said
Merry
.
'
It
's
turned
east
again
.
It
feels
cool
up
here
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Pippin
;
'
I
'm
afraid
this
is
only
a
passing
gleam
,
and
it
will
all
go
grey
again
.
What
a
pity
!
This
shaggy
old
forest
looked
so
different
in
the
sunlight
.
I
almost
felt
I
liked
the
place
.
'
'
Almost
felt
you
liked
the
Forest
!
That
's
good
!
That
's
uncommonly
kind
of
you
,
'
said
a
strange
voice
.
'
Turn
round
and
let
me
have
a
look
at
your
faces
.
I
almost
feel
that
I
dislike
you
both
,
but
do
not
let
us
be
hasty
.
