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　〃Which　king？〃　said　another　with　a　grim　voice。　〃As　like　as　not　it　is　the　marauding　fire　of　the　Dragon；　the　only　king　under　the　Mountain　we　have　ever　known。〃
　〃You　are　always　foreboding　gloomy　things！〃　said　the　others。　〃Anything　from　floods　to　poisoned　fish。　Think　of　something　cheerful！〃　Then　suddenly　a　great　light　appeared　in　the　low　place　in　the　hills　and　the　northern　end　of　the　lake　turned　golden。
　〃The　King　beneath　the　Mountain！〃　they　shouted。　〃His　wealth　is　like　the　Sun；　his　silver　like　a　fountain；　his　rivers　golden　run！　The　river　is　running　gold　from　the　Mountain！〃　they　cried；　and　everywhere　windows　were　opening　and　feet　were　hurrying。
　There　was　once　more　a　tremendous　excitement　and　enthusiasm。　But　the　grim…voiced　fellow　ran　hotfoot　to　the　Master。　〃The　dragon　is　ing　or　I　am　a　fool！〃　he　cried。　〃Cut　the　bridges！　To　arms！　To　arms！〃
　Then　warning　trumpets　were　suddenly　sounded；　and　echoed　along　the　rocky　shores。　The　cheering　stopped　and　the　joy　was　turned　to　dread。　So　it　was　that　the　dragon　did　not　find　them　quite　unprepared。　Before　long；　so　great　was　his　speed；　they　could　see　him　as　a　spark　of　fire　rushing　towards　them　and　growing　ever　huger　and　more　bright；　and　not　the　most　foolish　doubted　that　the　prophecies　had　gone　rather　wrong。　Still　they　had　a　little　time。　Every　vessel　in　the　town　was　filled　with　water；　every　warrior　was　armed；　every　arrow　and　dart　was　ready；　and　the　bridge　to　the　land　was　thrown　down　and　destroyed；　before　the　roar　of　Smaug's　terrible　approach　grew　loud；　and　the　lake　rippled　red　as　fire　beneath　the　awful　beating　of　his　wings。
　Amid　shrieks　and　wailing　and　the　shouts　of　men　he　came　over　them；　swept
　towards　the　bridges　and　was　foiled！　The　bridge　was　gone；　and　his　enemies　were　on　an　island　in　deep　water…too　deep　and　dark　and　cool　for　his　liking。　If　he　plunged　into　it；　a　vapour　and　a　steam　would　arise　enough　to　cover　all　the　land　with　a　mist　for　days；　but　the　lake　was　mightier　than　he；　it　would　quench　him　before　he　could　pass　through。
　Roaring　he　swept　back　over　the　town。　A　hail　of　dark　arrows　leaped　up　and　snapped　and　rattled　on　his　scales　and　jewels；　and　their　shafts　fell　back　kindled　by　his　breath　burning　and　hissing　into　the　lake。　No　fireworks　you　ever　imagined　equalled　the　sights　that　night。　At　the　twanging　of　the　bows　and　the　shrilling　of　the　trumpets　the　dragon's　wrath　blazed　to　its　height；　till　he　was　blind　and　mad　with　it。　No　one　had　dared　to　give　battle　to　him　for　many　an　age；　nor　would　they　have　dared　now；　if　it　had　not　been　for　the　grim…voiced　man　（Bard　was　his　name）；　who　ran　to　and　fro　cheering　on　the　archers　and　urging　the　Master　to　order　them　to　fight　to　the　last　arrow。
　Fire　leaped　from　the　dragon's　jaws。　He　circled　for　a　while　high　in　the　air　above　them　lighting　all　the　lake；　the　trees　by　the　shores　shone　like　copper　and　like　blood　with　leaping　shadows　of　dense　black　at　their　feet。　Then　down　he　swooped　straight　through　the　arrow…storm；　reckless　in　his　rage；　taking　no　heed　to　turn　his　scaly　sides　towards　his　foes；　seeking　only　to　set　their　town　ablaze。
　Fire　leaped　from　thatched　roofs　and　wooden　beam…ends　as　he　hurtled　down　and　past　and　round　again；　though　all　had　been　drenched　with　water　before　he　came。　Once　more　water　was　flung　by　a　hundred　hands　wherever　a　spark　appeared。　　Back　swirled　the　dragon。　A　sweep　of　his　tail　and　the　roof　of　the　Great　House　crumbled　and　smashed　down。　Flames　unquenchable　sprang　high　into　the　night。　　Another　swoop　and　another；　and　another　house　and　then　another　sprang　afire　and　fell；　and　still　no　arrow　hindered　Smaug　or　hurt　him　more　than　a　fly　from　the　marshes。　Already　men　were　jumping　into　the　water　on　every　side。　Women　and　children　were　being　huddled　into　laden　boats　in　the　market…pool。　Weapons　were　flung　down。　There　was　mourning　and　weeping；　where　but　a　little　time　ago　the　old　songs　of　mirth　to　e　had　been　sung　about　the　dwarves。　Now　men　cursed　their　names。　The　Master　himself　was　turning　to　his　great　gilded　boat；　hoping　to　row　away　in　the　confusion　and　save　himself。　Soon　all　the　town　would　be　deserted　and　burned　down　to　the　surface　of　the　lake。　That　was　the　dragon's　hope。　They　could　all　get　into　boats　for　all　he　cared。　There　he　could　have　fine　sport　hunting　them；　or　they　could　stop　till　they　starved。　Let　them　try　to　get　to　land　and　he　would　be　ready。　Soon　he　would　set　all　the　shoreland　woods　ablaze　and　wither　every　field　and　pasture。　Just　now　he　was　enjoying　the　sport　of　town…baiting　more　than　he　had　enjoyed　anything　for　years。　But　there　was　still　a　pany　of　archers　that　held　their　ground　among　the　burning　houses。　　Their　captain　was　Bard；　grim…voiced　and　grim…faced；　whose　friends　had　accused　him　of　prophesying　floods　and　poisoned　fish；　though　they　knew　his　worth　and　courage。　He　was　a　descendant　in　long　line　of　Girion；　Lord　of　Dale；　whose　wife　and　child　had　escaped　down　the　Running　River　from　the　ruin　long　ago。　Now　he　shot　with　a　great　yew　bow；　till　all　his　arrows　but　one　were　spent。　The　flames　were　near　him。　His　panions　were　leaving　him。　He　bent　his　bow　for　the　last　time。　Suddenly　out　of　the　dark　something　fluttered　to　his　shoulder。　He　started…but　it　was　only　an　old　thrush。　Unafraid　it　perched　by　his　ear　and　it　brought　him　news。　Marvelling　he　found　he　could　understand　its　tongue；　for　he　was　of　the　race　of　Dale。
　〃Wait！　Wait！〃　it　said　to　him。　〃The　moon　is　rising。　Look　for　the　hollow　of　the　left　breast　as　he　flies　and　turns　above　you！〃　And　while　Bard　paused　in　wonder　it　told　him　of　tidings　up　in　the　Mountain　and　of　all　that　it　had　heard。　　Then　Bard　drew　his　bow…string　to　his　ear。　The　dragon　was　circling　back；　flying　low；　and　as　he　came　the　moon　rose　above　the　eastern　shore　and　silvered　his　great　wings。
　〃Arrow！〃　said　the　bowman。　〃Black　arrow！　I　have　saved　you　to　the　last。　You　have　never　failed　me　and　always　I　have　recovered　you。　I　had　you　from　my　father　and　he　from　of　old。　If　ever　you　came　from　the　forges　of　the　true　king　under　the　Mountain；　go　now　and　speed　well！〃
　The　dragon　swooped　once　more　lower　than　ever；　and　as　he　turned　and　dived　down　his　belly　glittered　white　with　sparkling　fires　of　gems　in　the　moon…but　not　in　one　place。　The　great　bow　twanged。　The　black　arrow　sped　straight　from　the　string；　straight　for　the　hollow　by　the　left　breast　where　the　foreleg　was　flung　wide。　In　it　smote　and　vanished；　barb；　shaft　and　feather；　so　fierce　was　its　flight。　With　a　shriek　that　deafened　men；　felled　trees　and　split　stone；　Smaug　shot　spouting　into　the　air；　turned　over　and　crashed　down　from　on　high　in　ruin。
　Full　on　the　town　he　fell。　His　last　throes　splintered　it　to　sparks　and　gledes。　The　lake　roared　in。　A　vast　steam　leaped　up；　white　in　the　sudden　dark　under　the　moon。　There　was　a　hiss；　a　gushing　whirl；　and　then　silence。　And　that　was　the　end　of　Smaug　and　Esgaroth；　but　not　of　Bard。　The　waxing　moon　rose　higher　and　higher　and　the　wind　grew　loud　and　cold。　It　twisted　the　white　fog　into　bending　pillars　and　hurrying　clouds　and　drove　it　off　to　the　West　to　scatter　in　tattered　shreds　over　the　marshes　before　Mirkwood。　Then　the　many　boats　could　be　seen　dotted　dark　on　the　surface　of　the　lake；　and　down　the　wind　came　the　voices　of　the　people　of　Esgaroth　lamenting　their　lost　town　and　goods　and　ruined　houses。　But　they　had　really　much　to　be　thankful　for；　had　they　thought　of　it；　though　it　could　hardly　be　expected　that　they　should　just　then：　three　quarters　of　the　people　of　the　town　had　at　least　escaped　alive；　their　woods　and　fields　and　pastures　and　cattle　and　most　of　their　boats　remained　undamaged；　and　the　dragon　was　dead。　What　that　meant　they　had　not　yet　realized。　　They　gathered　in　mournful　crowds　upon　the　western　shores；　shivering　in　the　cold　wind；　and　their　first　plaints　and　anger　were　against　the　Master；　who　had　left　the　town　so　soon；　while　some　were　still　willing　to　defend　it。　　〃He　may　have　a　good　head　for　business…especially　his　own　business；〃　some　murmured；　〃but　he　is　no　good　when　anything　serious　happens！〃　And　they　praised　the　courage　of　Bard　and　his　last　mighty　shot。　〃If　only　he　had　not　been　killed；〃　they　all　said；　〃we　would　make　him　a　king。　Bard　the　Dragon…shooter　of　the　line　of　Girion！　Alas　that　he　is　lost！〃
　And　in　the　very　midst　of　their　talk；　a　tall　figure　stepped　from　the　shadows。　He　was　drenched　with　water；　his　black　hair　hung　wet　over　his　face　and　shoulders；　and　a　fierce　light　was　in　his　eyes。
　〃Bard　is　not　lost！〃　he　cried。　〃He　dived　from　Esgaroth；　when　the　enemy　was　slain。　I　am　Bard；　of　the　line　of　Girion；　I　am　the　slayer　of　the　dragon！〃　〃King　Bard！　King　Bard！〃　they　shouted；　but　the　Master　ground　his　chattering　teeth。
　〃Girion　was　lord　of　Dale；　not　king　of　Esgaroth；〃　he　said。　〃In　the　Lake…town　we　have　always　elected　masters　from　among　the　old　and　wise；　and　have　not　endured　the　rule　of　mere　fighting　men。　Let　'King　Bard'　go　back　to　his　own　kingdom…Dale　is　now　freed　by　his　valour；　and　nothing　binders　his　return。　And　any　that　wish　can　go　with　him；　if　they　prefer　the　cold　shores　under　the　shadow　of　the　Mountain　to　the　green　shores　of　the　lake。　The　wise　will　stay　here　and　hope　to　rebuild　our　town；　and　enjoy　again　in　time　its　peace　and　riches。〃　〃We　will　have　King　Bard！〃　the　people　near　at　hand　shouted　in　reply。　〃We　have　had　enough　of　the　old　men　and　the　money…counters！〃　And　people　further　off　took　up　the　cry：　〃Up　the　Bowman；　and　down　with　Moneybags；〃　till　the　clamo