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ned the Sun would shinetomorrow； and it would be a glad morning； and setting out would be hopeful。
But they would do well to start early； for weather in that country was a thingthat even Tom could not be sure of for long； and it would change sometimesquicker than he could change his jacket。 'I am no weather…master；' he said；
'nor is aught that goes on two legs。'
By his advice they decided to make nearly due North from his house； overthe western and lower slopes of the Downs： they might hope in that way tostrike the East Road in a day's journey； and avoid the Barrows。 He told themnot to be afraid – but to mind their own business。
'Keep to the green grass。 Don't you go a…meddling with old stone or coldWights or prying in their houses； unless you be strong folk with hearts thatnever falter！' He said this more than once； and he advised them to passbarrows by on the west…side； if they chanced to stray near one。 Then he taughtthem a rhyme to sing； if they should by ill…luck fall into any danger ordifficulty the next day。
Ho！ Tom Bombadil； Tom Bombadillo！
By water； wood and hill； by the reed and willow；
By fire； sun and moon； harken now and hear us！
e； Tom Bombadil； for our need is near us！
When they had sung this altogether after him； he clapped them each on theshoulder with a laugh； and taking candles led them back to their bedroom。
_Chapter 8_
Fog on the Barrow…Downs
That night they heard no noises。 But either in his dreams or out of them；
he could not tell which； Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind； asong that seemed to e like a pale light behind a grey rain…curtain； andgrowing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver； until at last itwas rolled back； and a far green country opened before him under a swiftsunrise。
The vision melted into waking； and there was Tom whistling like a tree…
full of birds； and the sun was already slanting down the hill and through theopen window。 Outside everything was green and pale gold。
After breakfast； which they again ate alone； they made ready to sayfarewell； as nearly heavy of heart as was possible on such a morning： cool；
bright； and clean under a washed autumn sky of thin blue。 The air came freshfrom the North…west。 Their quiet ponies were almost frisky； sniffing andmoving restlessly。 Tom came out of the house and waved his hat and danced uponthe doorstep； bidding the hobbits to get up and be off and go with good speed。
They rode off along a path that wound away from behind the house； andwent slanting up towards the north end of the hill…brow under which itsheltered。 They had just dismounted to lead their ponies up the last steepslope； when suddenly Frodo stopped。
'Goldberry！' he cried。 'My fair lady； clad all in silver green！ We havenever said farewell to her； nor seen her since the evening！' He was sodistressed that he turned back； but at that moment a clear call came ripplingdown。 There on the hill…brow she stood beckoning to them： her hair was flyingloose； and as it caught the sun it shone and shimmered。 A light like the glintof water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced。
They hastened up the last slope； and stood breathless beside her。 Theybowed； but with a wave of her arm she bade them look round； and they lookedout from the hill…top over lands under the morning。 It was now as clear andfar…seen as it had been veiled and misty when they stood upon the knoll in theForest； which could now be seen rising pale and green out of the dark trees inthe West。 In that direction the land rose in wooded ridges； green； yellow；
russet under the sun； beyond which lay hidden the valley of the Brandywine。 Tothe South； over the line of the Withywindle； there was a distant glint likepale glass where the Brandywine River made a great loop in the lowlands andflowed away out of the knowledge of the hobbits。 Northward beyond thedwindling downs the land ran away in flats and swellings of grey and green andpale earth…colours； until it faded into a featureless and shadowy distance。
Eastward the Barrow…downs rose； ridge behind ridge into the morning； andvanished out of eyesight into a guess： it was no more than a guess of blue anda remote white glimmer blending with the hem of the sky； but it spoke to them；
out of memory and old tales； of the high and distant mountains。
They took a deep draught of the air； and felt that a skip and a few stoutstrides would bear them wherever they wished。 It seemed fainthearted to gojogging aside over the crumpled skirts of the downs towards the Road； whenthey should be leaping； as lusty as Tom； over the stepping stones of the hillsstraight towards the Mountains。
Goldberry spoke to them and recalled their eyes and thoughts。 'Speed now；
fair guests！' she said。 'And hold to your purpose！ North with the wind in theleft eye and a blessing on your footsteps！ Make haste while the Sun shines！'
And to Frodo she said： 'Farewell； Elf…friend； it was a merry meeting！'
But Frodo found no words to answer。 He bowed low； and mounted his pony；
and followed by his friends jogged slowly down the gentle slope behind thehill。 Tom Bombadil's house and the valley； and the Forest were lost to view。
The air grew warmer between the green walls of hillside and hillside； and thescent of turf rose strong and sweet as they breathed。 Turning back； when theyreached the bottom of the green hollow； they saw Goldberry； now small andslender like a sunlit flower against the sky： she was standing still watchingthem； and her hands were stretched out towards them。 As they looked she gave aclear call； and lifting up her hand she turned and vanished behind the hill。
Their way wound along the floor of the hollow； and round the green feetof a steep hill into another deeper and broader valley； and then over theshoulder of further hills； and down their long limbs； and up their smoothsides again； up on to new hill…tops and down into new valleys。 There was notree nor any visible water： it was a country of grass and short springy turf；
silent except for the whisper of the air over the edges of the land； and highlonely cries of strange birds。 As they journeyed the sun mounted； and grewhot。 Each time they climbed a ridge t