| 1 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 2 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 3 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 4 | Line 4 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 5 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 6 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 7 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 8 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 9 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 10 | Line 10 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 11 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 12 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 13 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 14 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 15 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 16 | Line 16 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 17 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 18 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 19 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 20 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 21 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 22 | Line 22 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 23 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 24 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 25 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 26 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 27 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 28 | Line 28 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 29 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 30 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 31 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 32 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 33 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 34 | Line 34 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 35 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 36 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 37 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 38 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 39 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 40 | Line 40 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 41 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 42 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 43 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 44 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 45 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 46 | Line 46 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 47 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 48 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 49 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 50 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 51 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 52 | Line 52 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 53 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 54 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 55 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 56 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 57 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 58 | Line 58 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 59 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 60 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 61 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 62 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 63 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 64 | Line 64 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 65 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 66 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 67 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 68 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 69 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 70 | Line 70 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 71 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 72 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 73 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 74 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 75 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 76 | Line 76 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 77 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 78 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 79 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 80 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 81 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 82 | Line 82 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 83 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 84 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 85 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 86 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 87 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 88 | Line 88 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 89 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 90 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 91 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 92 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 93 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 94 | Line 94 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 95 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 96 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 97 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 98 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 99 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 100 | Line 100 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 101 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 102 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 103 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 104 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 105 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 106 | Line 106 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 107 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 108 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 109 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 110 | It was from Aldermoor, the cluster of cottages where the north and south rivers braid together, that our courier first set out. |
| 111 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 112 | Line 112 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 113 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 114 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 115 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 116 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 117 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 118 | Line 118 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 119 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 120 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 121 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 122 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 123 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 124 | Line 124 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 125 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 126 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 127 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 128 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 129 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 130 | Line 130 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 131 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 132 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 133 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 134 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 135 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 136 | Line 136 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 137 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 138 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 139 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 140 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 141 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 142 | Line 142 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 143 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 144 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 145 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 146 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 147 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 148 | Line 148 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 149 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 150 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 151 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 152 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 153 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 154 | Line 154 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 155 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 156 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 157 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 158 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 159 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 160 | Line 160 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 161 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 162 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 163 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 164 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 165 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 166 | Line 166 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 167 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 168 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 169 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 170 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 171 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 172 | Line 172 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 173 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 174 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 175 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 176 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 177 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 178 | Line 178 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 179 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 180 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 181 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 182 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 183 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 184 | Line 184 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 185 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 186 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 187 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 188 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 189 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 190 | Line 190 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 191 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 192 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 193 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 194 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 195 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 196 | Line 196 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 197 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 198 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 199 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 200 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 201 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 202 | Line 202 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 203 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 204 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 205 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 206 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 207 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 208 | Line 208 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 209 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 210 | To pick up the trail again, the next page you must read is chapter-4.md. |
| 211 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 212 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 213 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 214 | Line 214 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 215 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 216 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 217 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 218 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 219 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 220 | Line 220 of chapter 1: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
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