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