go down deep again along the forestwater；
not while the year is old。 Nor shall I be passing
Old Man Willow's house this side of springtime；
not till the merry spring； when the Riverdaughter
dances down the withypath to bathe in the water。
He fell silent again； but Frodo could not help asking one more question： the one he most desired to have answered。 'Tell us； Master；' he said； 'about the Willowman。 What is he？ I have never heard of him before。'
'No； don't！' said Merry and Pippin together； sitting suddenly upright。 'Not now！ Not until the morning！'
'That is right！' said the old man。 'Now is the time for resting。 Some things are ill to hear when the world's in shadow。 Sleep till the morning light； rest on the pillow！ Heed no nightly noise！ Fear no grey willow！' And with that he took down the lamp and blew it out； and grasping a candle in either hand he led them out of the room。
Their mattresses and pillows were soft as down； and the blankets were of white wool。 They had hardly laid themselves on the deep beds and drawn the light covers over them before they were asleep。
In the dead night； Frodo lay in a dream without light。 Then he saw the young moon rising； under its thin light there loomed before him a black wall of rock； pierced by a dark arch like a great gate。 It seemed to Frodo that he was lifted up； and passing over he saw that the rockwall was a circle of hills； and that within it was a plain； and in the midst of the plain stood a pinnacle of stone； like a vast tower but not made by hands。 On its top stood the figure of a man。 The moon as it rose seemed to hang for a moment above his head and glistened in his white hair as the wind stirred it。 Up from the dark plain below came the crying of fell voices； and the howling of many wolves。 Suddenly a shadow； like the shape of great wings； passed across the moon。 The figure lifted his arms and a light flashed from the staff that he wielded。 A mighty eagle swept down and bore him away。 The voices wailed and the wolves yammered。 There was a noise like a strong wind blowing； and on it was borne the sound of hoofs； galloping； galloping； galloping from the East。 'Black Riders！' thought Frodo as he wakened； with the sound of the hoofs still echoing in his mind。 He wondered if he would ever again have the courage to leave the safety of these stone walls。 He lay motionless； still listening； but all was now silent； and at last he turned and fell asleep again or wandered into some other unremembered dream。
At his side Pippin lay dreaming pleasantly； but a change came over his dreams and he turned and groaned。 Suddenly he woke； or thought he had waked； and yet still heard in the darkness the sound that had disturbed his dream： tiptap； squeak： the noise was like branches fretting in the wind； twig fingers scraping wall and window： creak； creak； creak。 He wondered if there were willowtrees close to the house； and then suddenly he had a dreadful feeling that he was not in an ordinary house at all； but inside the willow and listening to that horrible dry creaking voice laughing at him again。 He sat up； and felt the soft pillows yield to his hands； and he lay down again relieved。 He seemed to hear the echo of words in his ears： 'Fear nothing！ Have peace until the morning！ Heed no nightly noises！' Then he went to sleep again。
It was the sound of water that Merry heard falling into his quiet sleep： water streaming down gently； and then spreading； spreading irresistibly all round the house into a dark shoreless pool。 It gurgled under the walls； and was rising slowly but surely。 'I shall be drowned！' he thought。 It will find its way in； and then I shall drown。' He felt that he was lying in a soft slimy bog； and springing up he set his fool on the corner of a cold hard flagstone。 Then he remembered where he was and lay down again。 He seemed to hear or remember hearing： 'Nothing passes doors or windows save moonlight and starlight and the wind off the hilltop。' A little breath of sweet air moved the curtain。 He breathed deep and fell asleep again。
As far as he could remember； Sam slept through the night in deep content； if logs are contented。
They woke up； all four at once； in the morning light。 Tom was moving about the room whistling like a starling。 When he heard them stir he clapped his hands； and cried： 'Hey！ e merry dol！ derry dol！ My hearties！' He drew back the yellow curtains； and the hobbits saw that these had covered the windows； at either end of the room； one looking east and the other looking west。
They leapt up refreshed。 Frodo ran to the eastern window； and found himself looking into a kitchengarden grey with dew。 He had half expected to see turf right up to the walls； turf all pocked with hoofprints。 Actually his view was screened by a tall line of beans on poles； but above and far beyond them the grey top of the hill loomed up against the sunrise。 It was a pale morning： in the East； behind long clouds like lines of soiled wool stained red at the edges； lay glimmering deeps of yellow。 The sky spoke of rain to e； but the light was broadening quickly； and the red flowers on the beans began to glow against the wet green leaves。
Pippin looked out of the western window； down into a pool of mist。 The Forest was hidden under a fog。 It was like looking down on to a sloping cloud roof from above。 There was a fold or channel where the mist was broken into many plumes and billows； the valley of the Withywindle。 The stream ran down the hill on the left and vanished into the white shadows。 Near at hand was a flowergarden and a clipped hedge silverted； and beyond that grey shaven grass pale with dewdrops。 There was no willowtree to be seen。
'Good morning； merry friends！' cried Tom； opening the eastern window wide。 A cool air flowed in； it had a rainy smell。 'Sun won't show her face much today。 I'm thinking。 I have been walking wide； leaping on the hilltops； since the grey dawn began； nosing wind and weather； wet grass underfoot； wet sky above me。 I wakened Goldberry singing under window； but nought wakes hobbitfolk in the early morning。 In the night little folk wake up in the darkness； and sleep after light has e！ Ring a ding dillo！ Wake now； my merry friends！ Fet the nightly noises！ Ring a ding dillo del！ derry del； my hearties！ If you e soon you'll find breakfast on the table。 If you e late you'll get grass and rainwater！'
Needless to say 。 not that Tom's threat sounded very serious 。 the hobbits came soon； and left the table late and only when it was beginning lo look rather empty。 Neither Tom nor Goldberry were there。 Tom could be heard about the house； clattering in the kitchen； and up and down the stairs； and singing here and there outside。 The room looked westward over the mistclouded valley； and the window was open。 Water dripped down from the thatched eaves above。 Before they had finished breakfast the clouds had joined into an unbroken roof； and a straight grey rain came softly and steadily down。 Behind its deep curtain the Forest was pletely veiled。
As they looked out of the window there came falling gently as if it was flowing down the rain out of the sky； the clear voice of Goldberry singing up above them。 They could hear few words； but it se