"Stop, stop!" Primrose said, pulling Merimas to a halt. "There's a fallen tree on the road ahead."
Everyone jumped off their ponies and hurried over. Prim was frowning. "Does anyone besides me notice something strange about this tree."
"Yes," said Sam instantly. "It didn't fall. It was cut."
"Prim....?" Mel looked nervously at Primrose.
"Probably just some mischief-maker," said Prim, but she looked nervous as well. "I think we should just - "
She never finished. There was a yell from the bandits as they burst out onto the group of hobbits . . .
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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