| 1 | Line 1 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 2 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 3 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 4 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 5 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 6 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 7 | Line 7 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 8 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 9 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 10 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 11 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 12 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 13 | Line 13 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 14 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 15 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 16 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 17 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 18 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 19 | Line 19 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 20 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 21 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 22 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 23 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 24 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 25 | Line 25 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 26 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 27 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 28 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 29 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 30 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 31 | Line 31 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 32 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 33 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 34 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 35 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 36 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 37 | Line 37 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 38 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 39 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 40 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 41 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 42 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 43 | Line 43 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 44 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 45 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 46 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 47 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 48 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 49 | Line 49 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 50 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 51 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 52 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 53 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 54 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 55 | Line 55 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 56 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 57 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 58 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 59 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 60 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 61 | Line 61 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 62 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 63 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 64 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 65 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 66 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 67 | Line 67 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 68 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 69 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 70 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 71 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 72 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 73 | Line 73 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 74 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 75 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 76 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 77 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 78 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 79 | Line 79 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 80 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 81 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 82 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 83 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 84 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 85 | Line 85 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 86 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 87 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 88 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 89 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 90 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 91 | Line 91 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 92 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 93 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 94 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 95 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 96 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 97 | Line 97 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 98 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 99 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 100 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 101 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 102 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 103 | Line 103 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 104 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 105 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 106 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 107 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 108 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 109 | Line 109 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 110 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 111 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 112 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 113 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 114 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 115 | Line 115 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 116 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 117 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 118 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 119 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 120 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 121 | Line 121 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 122 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 123 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 124 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 125 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 126 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 127 | Line 127 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 128 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 129 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 130 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 131 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 132 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 133 | Line 133 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 134 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 135 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 136 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 137 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 138 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 139 | Line 139 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 140 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 141 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 142 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 143 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 144 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 145 | Line 145 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 146 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 147 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 148 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 149 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 150 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 151 | Line 151 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 152 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 153 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 154 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 155 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 156 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 157 | Line 157 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 158 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 159 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 160 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 161 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 162 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 163 | Line 163 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 164 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 165 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 166 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 167 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 168 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 169 | Line 169 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 170 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 171 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 172 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 173 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 174 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 175 | Line 175 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 176 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 177 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 178 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 179 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 180 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 181 | Line 181 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 182 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 183 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 184 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 185 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 186 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 187 | Line 187 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 188 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 189 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 190 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 191 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 192 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 193 | Line 193 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 194 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 195 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 196 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 197 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 198 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 199 | Line 199 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 200 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 201 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 202 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 203 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 204 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 205 | Line 205 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 206 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 207 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 208 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 209 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 210 | To pick up the trail again, the next page you must read is chapter-2.md. |
| 211 | Line 211 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 212 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 213 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 214 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 215 | A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. |
| 216 | Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. |
| 217 | Line 217 of chapter 4: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. |
| 218 | The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. |
| 219 | Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. |
| 220 | Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. |
| 221 |