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re to see。 The worthies of Bree will be discussing it a hundred years hence。'
'I hope so；' said Strider。 Then they all fell silent； and one by one the hobbits dropped off to sleep。
Chapter 11
A Knife in the Dark
As they prepared for sleep in the inn at Bree； darkness lay on Buckland； a mist strayed in the dells and along the riverbank。 The house at Crickhollow stood silent。 Fatty Bolger opened the door cautiously and peered out。 A feeling of fear had been growing on him all day； and he was unable to rest or go to bed： there was a brooding threat in the breathless nightair。 As he stared out into the gloom； a black shadow moved under the trees； the gate seemed to open of its own accord and close again without a sound。 Terror seized him。 He shrank back； and for a moment he stood trembling in the hall。 Then he shut and locked the door。
The night deepened。 There came the soft sound of horses led with stealth along the lane。 Outside the gate they stopped； and three black figures entered； like shades of night creeping across the ground。 One went to the door； one to the corner of the house on either side； and there they stood； as still as the shadows of stones； while night went slowly on。 The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly。
There was a faint stir in the leaves； and a cock crowed far away。 The cold hour before dawn was passing。 The figure by the door moved。 In the dark without moon or stars a drawn blade gleamed； as if a chill light had been unsheathed。 There was a blow； soft but heavy； and the door shuddered。
'Open； in the name of Mordor！' said a voice thin and menacing。
At a second blow the door yielded and fell back； with timbers burst and lock broken。 The black figures passed swiftly in。
At that moment； among the trees nearby； a horn rang out。 It rent the night like fire on a hilltop。
AWAKE！ FEAR！ FIRE！ FOES！ AWAKE！
Fatty Bolger had not been idle。 As soon as he saw the dark shapes creep from the garden； he knew that he must run for it； or perish。 And run he did； out of the back door； through the garden； and over the fields。 When he reached the nearest house； more than a mile away； he collapsed on the doorstep。 'No； no； no！' he was crying。 'No； not me！ I haven't got it！' It was some time before anyone could make out what he was babbling about。 At last they got the idea that enemies were in Buckland； some strange invasion from the Old Forest。 And then they lost no more time。
FEAR！ FIRE！ FOES！
The Brandybucks were blowing the Horncall of Buckland； that had not been sounded for a hundred years； not since the white wolves came in the Fell Winter； when the Brandywine was frozen over。
AWAKE！ AWAKE！
Faraway answering horns were heard。 The alarm was spreading。 The black figures fled from the house。 One of them let fall a hobbitcloak on the step； as he ran。 In the lane the noise of hoofs broke out； and gathering to a gallop； went hammering away into the darkness。 All about Crickhollow there was the sound of horns blowing； and voices crying and feet running。 But the Black Riders rode like a gale to the Northgate。 Let the little people blow！ Sauron would deal with them later。 Meanwhile they had another errand： they knew now that the house was empty and the Ring had gone。 They rode down the guards at the gate and vanished from the Shire。
In the early night Frodo woke from deep sleep； suddenly； as if some sound or presence had disturbed him。 He saw that Strider was sitting alert in his chair： his eyes gleamed in the light of the fire； which had been tended and was burning brightly； but he made no sign or movement。
Frodo soon went to sleep again； but his dreams were again troubled with the noise of wind and of galloping hoofs。 The wind seemed to be curling round the house and shaking it； and far off he heard a horn blowing wildly。 He opened his eyes； and heard a cock crowing lustily in the innyard。 Strider had drawn the curtains and pushed back the shutters with a clang。 The first grey light of day was in the room； and a cold air was ing through the open window。
As soon as Strider had roused them all； he led the way to their bedrooms。 When they saw them they were glad that they had taken his advice： the windows had been forced open and were swinging； and the curtains were flapping； the beds were tossed about； and the bolsters slashed and flung upon the floor； the brown mat was torn to pieces。
Strider immediately went to fetch the landlord。 Poor Mr。 Butterbur looked sleepy and frightened。 He had hardly closed his eyes all night （so he said）； but he had never heard a sound。
'Never has such a thing happened in my time！' he cried； raising his hands in horror。 'Guests unable to sleep in their beds； and good bolsters ruined and all！ What are we ing to？'
'Dark times；' said Strider。 'But for the present you may be left in peace； when you have got rid of us。 We will leave at once。 Never mind about breakfast： a drink and a bite standing will have to do。 We shall be packed in a few minutes。'
Mr。 Butterbur hurried off to see that their ponies were got ready； and to fetch them a 'bite'。 But very soon he came back in dismay。 The ponies had vanished！ The stabledoors had all been opened in the night； and they were gone： not only Merry's ponies； but every other horse and beast in the place。
Frodo was crushed by the news。 How could they hope to reach Rivendell on foot； pursued by mounted enemies？ They might as well set out for the Moon。 Strider sat silent for a while； looking at the hobbits； as if he was weighing up their strength and courage。
'Ponies would not help us to escape horsemen；' he said at last； thoughtfully； as if he guessed what Frodo had in mind。 'We should not go much slower on foot； not on the roads that I mean to take。 I was going to walk in any case。 It is the food and stores that trouble me。 We cannot count on getting anything to eat between here and Rivendell； except what we take with us； and we ought to take plenty to spare； for we may be delayed； or forced to go roundabout； far out of the direct way。 How much are you prepared to carry on your backs？'
'As much as we must；' said Pippin with a sinking heart； but trying to show that he was tougher than he looked （or felt）。
'I can carry enough for two；' said Sam defiantly。
'Can't anything be done； Mr。 Butterbur？' asked Frodo。 'Can't we get a couple of ponies in the village； or even one just for the baggage？ I don't suppose we could hire them； but we might be able to buy them；' he added； doubtfully； wondering if he could afford it。
'I doubt it；' said the landlord unhappily。 'The two or three riding ponies that there were in Bree were stabled in my yard； and they're gone。 As for other animals； horses or ponies for draught or what not； there are very few of them in Bree； and they won't be for sale。 But I'll do what I can。 I'll rout out Bob and send him round as soon as may be。'
'Yes；' said Strider reluctantly； 'you had better do that。 I am afraid we shall have to try to get one pony at least。 But so ends all hope of starting early； and slipping aight as well have blown a horn to announce our departure。 That was part of their plan； no doubt。'
'There is one crumb of fort；' said Merry； 'and more than a crumb； I hope： we can have breakfast while we wait 。 and sit down to it。 Let's get hold of Nob！'
In the end there was more than three hours' delay。 Bob came back with the report that no horse or pony was to be got for love or money in the neighbourhood 。 except one： Bill Ferny had one that he might possibly sell。 'A poor old halfstarved creature it is；' said Bob； 'but he won't part with it for less than thrice its worth； seeing how you're placed； not if I knows Bill Ferny。'
'Bill Ferny？' said Frodo。 'Isn't there some trick？ Wouldn't the beast bolt back to him with all our stuff； or help in tracking us； or something？'
'I wonder；' said Strider。 'But I cannot imagine any animal running home to him； once it got away。 I fancy this is only an afterthought of kind Master Ferny's： just a way of increasing his profits from the affair。 The chief danger is that the poor beast is probably at death's door。 But there does not seem any choice。 What does he want for it？'
Bill Ferny's price was tw