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d the tunnel。
〃Sh！ sh！〃 they hissed； when they heard his voice： and though that helped the hobbit to find out where they were； was some time before he could get anything else out of them。 But in the end； when Bilbo actually began to stamp in the floor； and screamed out light！' at the top of his thrill voice； Thorin gave way； and Oin and Gloin were sent back to their bundles at the top of the tunnel。 After a while a twinkling gleam showed them returning； in with a small pine…torch alight in his hand； and Gloin with a bundle of others under his arm。 Quickly Bilbo trotted to the door and took the torch； but he could not persuade the dwarves to light the others or to e and join him yet。 As Thorin carefully explained； Mr。 Baggins was still officially their expert burglar and investigator。 If he liked to risk a light； that was his affair。 They would wait in the tunnel for his report。 So they sat near the door and watched。
They saw the little dark shape of the hobbit start across the floor holding his tiny light aloft。 Every now and again； while he was still near enough； they caught a glint and a tinkle as he stumbled on some golden thing。 The light grew smaller as he wandered away into the vast hall； then it began to rise dancing into the air。 Bilbo was climbing the great mound of treasure。 Soon he stood upon the top； and still went on。 Then they saw him halt and stoop for a moment； but they did not know the reason。 It was the Arkenstone； the Heart of the Mountain。 So Bilbo guessed from Thorin's description； but indeed there could not be two such gems； even in so marvellous a hoard； even in all the world。 Ever as he climbed； the same white gleam had shone before him and drawn his feet towards Slowly it grew to a little globe of pallid light。 Now as came near； it was tinged with a flickering sparkle of man colours at the surface； reflected and splintered from the wavering light of his torch。 At last he looked down upon it and he caught his breath。 The great jewel shone before he feet of its own inner light； and yet； cut and fashioned by the dwarves； who had dug it from the heart of the mountain long ago； it took all light that fell upon it and…changes it into ten thousand sparks of white radiance shot with glints of the rainbow。
Suddenly Bilbo's arm went towards it drawn by it enchantment。 His small hand would not close about it for it was a large and heavy gem； but he lifted it； shut his eyes； and put it in his deepest pocket。
〃Now I am a burglar indeed！〃 thought he。 〃But I suppose I must tell the dwarves about it…some time。 The did say I could pick and choose my own share； and I think I would choose this； if they took all the rest！〃 All the same he had an unfortable feeling that the picking and choosing had not really been meant to include this marvellous gem； and that trouble would yet e of it。 Now he went on again。 Down the other side of the great mound he climbed； and the spark of his torch vanished from the sight of the watching dwarves。 But soon they saw it far away in the distance again。 Bilbo was crossing the floor of the hall。
He went on； until he came to the great doors at the further side； and there a draught of air refreshed him； but it almost puffed out his light。 He peeped timidly through and caught a glimpse of great passages and of the dim beginnings of wide stairs going up into the gloom。 And still there was no sight nor sound of Smaug。 He was just going to turn and go back； when a black shape swooped at him and brushed his face。 He squeaked and started； stumbled backwards and fell。 His torch dropped head downwards and went out！ 〃Only a bat； I suppose and hope！〃 he said miserably。 But now what am I to do？ Which is East； South； North West？〃
〃Thorin！ Balin！ Oin！ Gloin！ Fill！ Kili！〃 he cried as loud he could…it seemed a thin little noise in the wide blackness。 〃The light's gone out！ Someone e and find and help me！〃 For the moment his courage had failed together。
Faintly the dwarves heard his small cries； though the only word they could catch was 'help！'
〃Now what on earth or under it has happened？〃 said Thorin。 〃Certainly not the dragon； or he would not go on squeaking。〃
They waited a moment or two； and still there were no dragon…noises； no sound at all in fact but Bilbo's distant voice。 〃e； one of you； get another light or two！〃 Thorin ordered。 〃It seems we have got to go and help our burglar。〃
〃It is about our turn to help；〃 said Balin； 〃and I am quite willing to go。 Anyway I expect it is safe for the moment。〃
Gloin lit several more torches； and then they all crept out； one by one； and went along the wall as hurriedly as they could。 It was not long before they met Bilbo himself ing back towards them。 His wits had quickly returned soon as he saw the twinkle of their lights。
〃Only a bat and a dropped torch； nothing worse！〃 he said in answer to their questions。 Though they were much relieved； they were inclined to be grumpy at being frightened for nothing； but what they would have said； if he had told them at that moment about the Arkenstone； I don't know。 The mere fleeting glimpses of treasure which they had caught as they went along had rekindled all the fire of their dwarvish hearts； and when the heart of a dwarf； even the most respectable； is wakened by gold and by jewels； he grows suddenly bold； and he may bee fierce。
The dwarves indeed no longer needed any urging。 All were now eager to explore the hall while they had the chance； and willing to believe that； for the present； Smaug was away from home。 Each now gripped a lighted torch； and as they gazed； first on one side and then on another； they forgot fear and even caution。 They spoke aloud； and cried out to one another； as they lifted old treasures from the mound or from the wall and held them in the light caressing and fingering them。 Fili and Kili were almost in merry mood； and finding still hanging there many golden harps strung with silver they took them and struck them； and being magical （and also untouched by the dragon； who had small interests in music） they were still in tune。 The dark hall was filled with a melody that had long been silent。 But most of the dwarves were more practical； they gathered gems and stuffed their pockets； and let what they could not carry far back through their fingers with a sigh。 Thorin was not least among these； but always he searched from side to side for something which he could not find。 It was the Arkenstone but he spoke of it yet to no one。
Now the dwarves took down mail and weapons from the walls； and armed themselves。 Royal indeed did Thorin look； clad in a coat of gold…plated rings； with a silver hafted axe in a belt crusted with scarlet stones。 〃Mr。 Baggins！〃 he cried。 〃Here is the first payment of your reward！ Cast off your old coat and put on this！〃
With that he put on Bilbo a small coat of mail； wrought for some young elf…prince long ago。 It was of silver…steel which the elves call mithril； and with it went a belt of pearls and crystals。 A light helm of figured leather； strengthened beneath with hoops of steel； and studded about the bring with white gems； was set upon the hobbit's head。
〃I feel magnificent；〃 he thought； 〃but I expect I look rather absurd。 How they would laugh on the Hill at home Still I wish there was a looking…glass handy！〃
All the same Mr。 Baggins kept his head more clear of the bewitchment of the hoard than the dwarves did。 Long before the dwarves were tired of examining the treasures he became wary of it and sat down on the floor； and he began to wonder nervously what the end of it all would be 〃I would give a good many of these precious goblets； thought； 〃for a drink of something cheering out of one Beorn's wooden bowls！〃 〃Thorin！〃 he cried aloud。 〃What next？ We are armed； but what good has any armour ever been before against Smaug the Dreadful？ This treasure is not yet won back。 We are not looking for gold yet； but for a way of escape； and we have tempted luck too long！〃
'〃You speak the truth！〃 answered Thorin； recovering his wits。 〃Let us go！ I will guide you。 Not in a thousand years should I forget the ways of this palace。〃 Then he hailed the others； and they gathered together； and holding their torches above their heads they passed through the gaping doors； not without many a backward glance of longing。
Their glittering mail they had covered again with their old cloaks and their bright helms with their tattered hoods； and one by one they walked behind Thorin； a line of little lights in the darkness that halted often； listening in fear once more for any rumour of the dragon's ing。 Though all the old adornments were long mouldered or destroyed； and though all was befouled and blasted with the ings and goings of the monster； Thorin knew every passage and every turn。 They climbed long stairs； and turned and went down wide echoing ways； and turned again and climbed yet more stairs； and yet more' stairs again。
These were smooth； cut out of the living rock broad and lair； and up； up； the dwarves went； and they met no sign of any living thing； only furtive shadows that fled from the approach of their torches fluttering in the draughts。 The steps were not made； all the same； for hobbit…legs； and Bilbo was just feeling that he could go on no lo