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