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