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memory only； I fear。 Go at once and never return！'
The hobbits of the villages had seen Saruman e out of one of the huts； and at once they
came crowding up to the door of Bag End。 When they heard Frodo's mand； they murmured
angrily：
'Don't let him go！ Kill him！ He's a villain and a murderer。 Kill him！'
Saruman looked round at their hostile faces and smiled。 'Kill him！' he mocked。 'Kill him； if you
think there are enough of you； my brave hobbits！' He drew himself up and stared at them darkly
with his black eyes。 'But do not think that when I lost all my goods I lost all my power！ Whoever
strikes me shall be accursed。 And if my blood stains the Shire； it shall wither and never again be
healed。'
The hobbits recoiled。 But Frodo said： 'Do not believe him！ He has lost all power； save his voice
that can still daunt you and deceive you； if you let it。 But I will not have him slain。 It is useless to
meet revenge with revenge： it will heal nothing。 Go； Saruman； by the speediest way！'
'Worm！ Worm！' Saruman called； and out of a nearby hut came Wormtongue； crawling； almost
like a dog。 To the road again； Worm！' said Saruman。 'These fine fellows and lordlings are turning
us adrift again。 e along！'
Saruman turned to go； and Wormtongue shuffled after him。 But even as Saruman passed close to
Frodo a knife flashed in his hand； and he stabbed swiftly。 The blade turned on the hidden mail…coat
and snapped。 A dozen hobbits； led by Sam； leaped forward with a cry and flung the villain to the
ground。 Sam drew his sword。
'No； Sam！' said Frodo。 'Do not kill him even now。 For he has not hurt me。 And in any case I do
not wish him to be slain in this evil mood。 He was great once； of a noble kind that we should not
dare to raise our hands against。 He is fallen； and his cure is beyond us； but I would still spare him；
in the hope that he may find it。'
Saruman rose to his feet； and stared at Frodo。 There was a strange look in his eyes of mingled
wonder and respect and hatred。 'You have grown； Halfling；' he said。 'Yes； you have grown very
much。 You are wise； and cruel。 You have robbed my revenge of sweetness； and now I must go
hence in bitterness； in debt to your mercy。 I hate it and you！ Well； I go and I will trouble you no
more。 But do not expect me to wish you health and long life。 You will have neither。 But that is not
my doing。 I merely foretell。'
He walked away； and the hobbits made a lane for him to pass； but their knuckles whitened as
they gripped on their weapons。 Wormtongue hesitated； and then followed his master。
'Wormtongue！' called Frodo。 'You need not follow him。 I know of no evil you have done to me。
You can have rest and food here for a while； until you are stronger and can go your own ways。'
Wormtongue halted and looked back at him； half prepared to stay。 Saruman turned。 'No evil？' he
cackled。 'Oh no！ Even when he sneaks out at night it is only to look at the stars。 But did I hear
someone ask where poor Lotho is hiding？ You know； don't you； Worm？ Will you tell them？'
Wormtongue cowered down and whimpered： 'No； no！'
'Then I will；' said Saruman。 'Worm killed your Chief； poor little fellow； your nice little Boss。
Didn't you； Worm？ Stabbed him in his sleep； I believe。 Buried him； I hope； though Worm has been
very hungry lately。 No； Worm is not really nice。 You had better leave him to me。'
A look of wild hatred came into Wormtongue's red eyes。 'You told me to； you made me do it；' he
hissed。
Saruman laughed。 'You do what Sharkey says； always； don't you； Worm？ Well； now he says：
follow！' He kicked Wormtongue in the face as he grovelled； and turned and made off。 But at that
something snapped： suddenly Wormtongue rose up； drawing a hidden knife； and then with a snarl
like a dog he sprang on Saruman's back； jerked his head back； cut his throat； and with a yell ran off
down the lane。 Before Frodo could recover or speak a word； three hobbit…bows twanged and
Wormtongue fell dead。
To the dismay of those that stood by； about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered； and
rising slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire； as a pale shrouded figure it loomed over the
Hill。 For a moment it wavered； looking to the West； but out of the West came a cold wind； and it
bent away； and with a sigh dissolved into nothing。
Frodo looked down at the body with pity and horror； for as he looked it seemed that long years
of death were suddenly revealed in it； and it shrank； and the shrivelled face became rags of skin
upon a hideous skull。 Lifting up the skirt of the dirty cloak that sprawled beside it； he covered it
over； and turned away。
'And that's the end of that；' said Sam。 'A nasty end； and I wish I needn't have seen it； but it's a
good riddance。'
'And the very last end of the War； I hope；' said Merry。
'I hope so；' said Frodo and sighed。 'The very last stroke。 But to think that it should fall here； at
the very door of Bag End！ Among all my hopes and fears at least I never expected that。'
'I shan't call it the end； till we've cleared up the mess；' said Sam gloomily。 'And that'll take a lot
of time and work。'
_Chapter 9_
The Grey Havens
The clearing up certainly needed a lot of work； but it took less time than Sam had feared。 The
day after the battle Frodo rode to Michel Delving and released the prisoners from the Lockholes。
One of the first that they found was poor Fredegar Bolger； Fatty no longer。 He had been taken when
the ruffians smoked out a band of rebels that he led from their hidings up in the Brockenbores by
the hills of Scary。
'You would have done better to e with us after all； poor old Fredegar！' said Pippin； as they
carried him out too weak to walk。
He opened an eye and tried gallantly to smile。 'Who's this young giant with the loud voice？' he
whispered。 'Not little Pippin！ What's your size in hats now？'
Then there was Lobelia。 Poor thing； she looked very old and thin when they rescued her from a
dark and narrow cell。 She insisted on hobbling out on her own feet； and s