"...the poor beast had improved wonderfully; it already seemed fatter and stronger, and had begun to show an affection for its new masters, especially for Sam."
Then, in anger Turin cried:' May I not walk up Brodda's hall, and will the beat me? Come and see!'
Thereupon he went into the hall, and cast back his hood, and thrusting aside all in his path he strode towards the board where sat the master of the house and his wife, and other Easterling lords. Then some rose to seize him, but he flung them to the ground and cried: 'Does no one rule this house, or is it an Orc-holdrather? Where is the Master?'