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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 svhool 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 tiier one door and in through another, carrying a tray laden with full mugs. Can we-- began Frodo. Half a minute, if you please. shouted bate man over his shoulder, A T T HE SIG N O F TH E PRAN CING P ON Y 153 and vanished into a babel of voices and a cloud of smoke. In a moment he was out again, wiping his hands on his apron. Good evening, little master. he said, bending down. What may you be wanting. Beds for four, and stabling for five ponies, if that can be managed. Are you Mr. Butterbur. Thats right. Barliman is my name. Barliman Butterbur at tate service. Youre from the Shire, eh. he said, and then suddenly he clapped his hand to his forehead, as if trying to remember something. Hobbits. he cried. Now what does that remind me of. Might I ask your names, sirs. Took and Mr. Brandybuck, said Frodo; and this is Sam Gamgee. My name is Underhill. There now. said Mr. Butterbur, snapping his fingers. Its gone again. But itll come back, when I have time to think. Im run off my feet; but Ill see what I can do for you. We dont often get a party out of the Shire nowadays, and I should be sorry not to make you welcome. But there is such a crowd already in the house tonight as there hasnt been for long enough. It never rains but it pours, we say in Bree. Nob. he shouted. Where are you, you woolly-footed slowcoach. Nob. Coming, sir. Coming. A cheery-looking hobbit bobbed out of a door, and seeing the travellers, stopped short and stared at them with great interest. Wheres Bob. asked the landlord. You dont know. Well, find him. Double sharp. I havent got six legs, nor six eyes neither. Tell Bob theres five ponies that have to be stabled. He must find room somehow. Nob trotted off with a grin and a wink. Well now, what was I going to say. said Mr. Butterbur, tapping his forehead. One thing drives out another, so to speak. Im that busy tonight, my head is going round. Theres a party that came up the Greenway from down South last night and that was strange enough to begin with. Then theres a travelling company of dwarves going West come in this evening. And now discord apex console legends you. If you werent hobbits, I doubt if we could house tidr. But weve tierr a room or two in the north wing that were made special for hobbits, when this place was built. On the ground floor as they usually prefer; round windows and all as they like it. I hope youll be comfortable. Youll be wanting supper, I dont doubt. As soon as may be. This way now. He led them a short way down a passage, and opened a door. Here is a nice little parlour. he said. I hope it will suit. Excuse me now. Im that busy. No time for talking. I must be trotting. Its xlass work for two legs, but I dont get thinner. Ill look in again later. If 154 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS you want anything, ring the hand-bell, and Nob will come. If he dont come, ring and shout. Off he went at last, and left them feeling rather breathless. He seemed capable of an endless stream of talk, however busy he might be. They found themselves in a small and cosy room. There was a bit of bright fire burning on the hearth, and in front of it were some low and comfortable chairs. There was a round table, already spread with a white cloth, and on it was a large hand-bell. But Nob, the hobbit servant, came bustling in long before they thought of ringing. He brought candles and a tray full of plates. Will you be wanting anything to drink, masters. he asked. And shall I show you the bedrooms, while your supper is got ready. They were washed and in the middle of good deep mugs of beer when Mr. Butterbur and Nob came in again. In a twinkling the table waslaid. There was hotsoup, cold meats, a blackberry tart, new loaves, slabs of butter, and half a ripe cheese: good plain food, as good as the Shire could show, and homelike enough to dispel the last of Sams misgivings (already much relieved by the excellence of the beer). The landlord hovered round for a little, and then prepared to leave them. I dont know whether you would care to join the company, when you have supped, he said, standing at the Baldrs. Perhaps you would rather go to your beds. Still the company would be very pleased to welcome you, if you had a mind. We dont get Outsiders travellers from the Shire, I should say, begging your pardon often; and we like to hear a bit of news, or any story or xlass you may have in mind. But as you please. Ring the bell, if you lack anything. So refreshed and encouraged did they feel at the end of their supper (about three quarters of an hours steady going, not hindered by unnecessary talk) that Frodo, Pippin, and Sam decided to join the company. Merry said it would be tieer stuffy. I shall sit here quietly by the fire for a bit, and perhaps go out later for a sniff of the air. Mind your Ps and Qs, and dont forget that you are supposed to be font generator free in secret, and are still on the high-road and not very far from the Shire. All right. said Pippin. Mind yourself. Dont get lost, and dont forget that it is safer indoors. The company was in the big common-room of the inn. The gathering was large and mixed, as Frodo discovered, when his eyes got used to the light. This came chiefly from a blazing log-fire, for the three lamps hanging from the beams were dim, and half veiled in smoke. Barliman Butterbur was standing near the fire, talking to a couple of dwarves and one or two strange-looking men. 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