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Line 1 of chapter 4: 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 7 of chapter 4: 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 13 of chapter 4: 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 19 of chapter 4: 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 25 of chapter 4: 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 31 of chapter 4: 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 37 of chapter 4: 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 43 of chapter 4: 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 49 of chapter 4: 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 55 of chapter 4: 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 61 of chapter 4: 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 67 of chapter 4: 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 73 of chapter 4: 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 79 of chapter 4: 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 85 of chapter 4: 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 91 of chapter 4: 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 97 of chapter 4: 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 103 of chapter 4: 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 109 of chapter 4: 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 115 of chapter 4: 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 121 of chapter 4: 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 127 of chapter 4: 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 133 of chapter 4: 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 139 of chapter 4: 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 145 of chapter 4: 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 151 of chapter 4: 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 157 of chapter 4: 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 163 of chapter 4: 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 169 of chapter 4: 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 175 of chapter 4: 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 181 of chapter 4: 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 187 of chapter 4: 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 193 of chapter 4: 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 199 of chapter 4: 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 205 of chapter 4: 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. To pick up the trail again, the next page you must read is chapter-2.md. Line 211 of chapter 4: 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 217 of chapter 4: 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.