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'Fair lady！' said Frodo again after a while。 'Tell me； if my asking doesnot seem foolish； who is Tom Bombadil？'
'He is；' said Goldberry； staying her swift movements and smiling。
Frodo looked at her questioningly。 'He is； as you have seen him；' shesaid in answer to his look。 'He is the Master of wood； water； and hill。'
'Then all this strange land belongs to him？'
'No indeed！' she answered； and her smile faded。 'That would indeed be aburden；' she added in a low voice； as if to herself。 'The trees and thegrasses and all things growing or living in the land belong each tothemselves。 Tom Bombadil is the Master。 No one has ever caught old Tom walkingin the forest； wading in the water； leaping on the hill…tops under light andshadow。 He has no fear。 Tom Bombadil is master。'
A door opened and in came Tom Bombadil。 He had now no hat and his thickbrown hair was crowned with autumn leaves。 He laughed； and going to Goldberry；
took her hand。
'Here's my pretty lady！' he said； bowing to the hobbits。 'Here's myGoldberry clothed all in silver…green with flowers in her girdle！ Is the tableladen？ I see yellow cream and honeyb； and white bread； and butter； milk；
cheese； and green herbs and ripe berries gathered。 Is that enough for us？ Isthe supper ready？'
'It is；' said Goldberry； 'but the guests perhaps are not？'
Tom clapped his hands and cried： 'Tom； Tom！ your guests are tired； andyou had near forgotten！ e now； my merry friends； and Tom will refresh you！
You shall clean grimy hands； and wash your weary faces； cast off your muddycloaks and b out your tangles！'
He opened the door； and they followed him down a short passage and rounda sharp turn。 They came to a low room with a sloping roof （a penthouse； itseemed； built on to the north end of the house）。 Its walls were of cleanstone； but they were mostly covered with green hanging mats and yellowcurtains。 The floor was flagged； and strewn with fresh green rushes。 Therewere four deep mattresses； each piled with white blankets； laid on the flooralong one side。 Against the opposite wall was a long bench laden with wideearthenware basins； and beside it stood brown ewers filled with water； somecold； some steaming hot。 There were soft green slippers set ready beside eachbed。
Before long； washed and refreshed； the hobbits were seated at the table；
two on each side； while at either end sat Goldberry and the Master。 It was along and merry meal。 Though the hobbits ate； as only famished hobbits can eat；
there was no lack。 The drink in their drinking…bowls seemed to be clear coldwater； yet it went to their hearts like wine and set free their voices。 Theguests became suddenly aware that they were singing merrily； as if it waseasier and more natural than talking。
At last Tom and Goldberry rose and cleared the table swiftly。 The guestswere manded to sit quiet； and were set in chairs； each with a footstool tohis tired feet。 There was a fire in the wide hearth before them； and it wasburning with a sweet smell； as if it were built of apple…wood。 When everythingwas set in order； all the lights in the room were put out； except one lamp anda pair of candles at each end of the chimney…shelf。 Then Goldberry came andstood before them； holding a candle； and she wished them each a good night anddeep sleep。
'Have peace now；' she said； 'until the morning！ Heed no nightly noises！
For nothing passes door and window here save moonlight and starlight and thewind off the hill…top。 Good night！' She passed out of the room with a glimmerand a rustle。 The sound of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently awaydownhill over cool stones in the quiet of night。
Tom sat on a while beside them in silence； while each of them tried to
muster the courage to ask one of the many questions he had meant to ask atsupper。 Sleep gathered on their eyelids。 At last Frodo spoke：
'Did you hear me calling； Master； or was it just chance that brought youat that moment？'
Tom stirred like a man shaken out of a pleasant dream。 'Eh； what？' saidhe。 'Did I hear you calling？ Nay； I did not hear： I was busy singing。 Justchance brought me then； if chance you call it。 It was no plan of mine； thoughI was waiting for you。 We heard news of you； and learned that you werewandering。 We guessed you'd e ere long down to the water： all paths leadthat way； down to Withywindle。 Old grey Willow…man； he's a mighty singer； andit's hard for little folk to escape his cunning mazes。 But Tom had an errandthere； that he dared not hinder。' Tom nodded as if sleep was taking him again；
but he went on in a soft singing voice：
I had an errand there： gathering water…lilies；
green leaves and lilies white to please my pretty lady；
the last ere the year's end to keep them from the winter；
to flower by her pretty feet tilt the snows are melted。
Each year at summer's end I go to find them for her；
in a wide pool； deep and clear； far down Withywindle；
there they open first in spring and there they linger latest。
By that pool long ago I found the River…daughter；
fair young Goldberry sitting in the rushes。
Sweet was her singing then； and her heart was beating！
He opened his eyes and looked at them with a sudden glint of blue：
And that proved well for you – for now I shall no longergo down deep again along the forest…water；
not while the year is old。 Nor shall I be passingOld Man Willow's house this side of spring…time；
not till the merry spring； when the River…daughterdances down the withy…path 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； 'aboutthe Willow…man。 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。 Somethings 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！' Andwith that he took down the lamp and blew it out； and grasping a candle ineither hand he led them out of the room。
Their mattresses and pillows were soft as down； and the blankets were ofwhite wool。 They had hardly laid themselves on the deep beds and drawn thelight covers over them before they were asleep。
In the dead night； Frodo lay in a dream without light。 Then he saw theyoung moon rising； under its thin light there loomed before him a black wallof rock； pierced by a dark arch like a great gate。 It seemed to Frodo that hewas lifted up； and passing over he saw that the rock…wall was a circle ofhills； and that within it was a plain； and in the midst of the plain stood apinnacle of stone； like a vast tower but not made by hands。 On its top stoodthe figure of a man。 The moon as it rose seemed to hang for a moment above hishead and glistened in his white hair as the wind stirred it。 Up from the darkplain 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。 Thefigure lifted his arms and a light flashed from the staff that he wielded。 Amighty eagle swept down and bore him away。 The voices wailed and the wolvesyammered。 There was a noise like a strong wind blowing； and on it was borne
the sound of hoofs； galloping； galloping； galloping from the East。 'BlackRiders！' thought Frodo as he wakened； with the sound of the hoofs stillechoing in his mind。 He wondered if he would ever again have the courage toleave the safety of these stone walls。 He lay motionless； still listening； butall was now silent； and at last he turned and fell asleep again or wanderedinto some other unremembered dream。
At his side Pippin lay dreaming pleasantly； but a change came over hisdreams 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：
_tip…tap； squeak_： the noise was like branches fretting in the wind； twig…
fingers scraping wall and window： _creak； creak； creak。_ He wondered if therewere willow…trees close to the house； and then suddenly he had a dreadfulfeeling that he was not in an ordinary house at all； but inside the willow andlistening to that horrible dry creaking voice laughing at him again。 He satup； and felt the soft pillows yield to his hands； and he lay down againrelieved。 He seemed to hear the echo of words in his ears： 'Fear nothing！ Havepeace 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 allround the house into a dark shoreless pool。 It gurgled under the walls； andwas rising slowly but surely。 'I shall be drowned！' he thought。 It will findits way in； and then I shall drown。' He felt that he was lying in a soft slimybog； 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 orremember hearing： 'Nothing passes doors or windows save moonlight andstarlight and the wind off the hill…top。' A little breath of sweet air movedth