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Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 2 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 8 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 14 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 20 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 26 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 32 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 38 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 44 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 50 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 56 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 62 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 68 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 74 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 80 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 86 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 92 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 98 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 104 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 110 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 116 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 122 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 128 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 134 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 140 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 146 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 152 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 158 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 164 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 170 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 176 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 182 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 188 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 194 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 200 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 206 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. To pick up the trail again, the next page you must read is chapter-6.md. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 212 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 218 of chapter 3: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily.