'Well, if you want my ring yourself, say so!' cried Sеaborn. 'But you won't get it. I won't give my precious away, I tell you.' His hand strayed to the hilt of his small sword.
Roheryn's eyes flashed. 'It will be my turn to get angry soon,' she said. 'If you say that again, I shall. Then you will see Roheryn uncloaked.' She took a step towards the hobbit, and she seemed to grow tall and menacing; her shadow filled the little room.
Seaborn backed away to the wall, breathing hard, his hand clutching at his pocket. They stood for a while facing one another, and the air of the room tingled. Roheryn's eyes remained bent on the hobbit. Slowly his hands relaxed, and he began to tremble.
'I don't know what has come over you, Roh,' he said. 'You have never been like this before. What is it all about? It is mine isn't it? I bought it!'
Roheryn answered. 'And I am not trying to rob you, but to help you. I wish you would trust me, as you used.' She turned away, and the shadow passed. She seemed to dwindle again to a big brown horse, bent and troubled.
Seaborn suddenly spoke: 'The ring is my burden! It will destroy you, Roh!'
She burst out in tears and remorse filled her heart! She remembered what filled her mind some 10 minutes ago- thoughts and plans of hand-saws, cut hands and blood, theft and deceit. 'Forgive me!', she said, 'I was blinded by it, I'm sorry!'

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