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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 6 of chapter 5: 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 12 of chapter 5: 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 18 of chapter 5: 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 24 of chapter 5: 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 30 of chapter 5: 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 36 of chapter 5: 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 42 of chapter 5: 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 48 of chapter 5: 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 54 of chapter 5: 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 60 of chapter 5: 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 66 of chapter 5: 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 72 of chapter 5: 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 78 of chapter 5: 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 84 of chapter 5: 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 90 of chapter 5: 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 96 of chapter 5: 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 102 of chapter 5: 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 108 of chapter 5: 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 114 of chapter 5: 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 120 of chapter 5: 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 126 of chapter 5: 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 132 of chapter 5: 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 138 of chapter 5: 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 144 of chapter 5: 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 150 of chapter 5: 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 156 of chapter 5: 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 162 of chapter 5: 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 168 of chapter 5: 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 174 of chapter 5: 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 180 of chapter 5: 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 186 of chapter 5: 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 192 of chapter 5: 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 198 of chapter 5: 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 204 of chapter 5: 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. To pick up the trail again, the next page you must read is chapter-3.md. 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 216 of chapter 5: 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.