CH 16.011 p The men wondered, bearing.

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16.007 Spring came hopefully, be.
16.008 But before long summer.
16.009 A day came done?’
16.010 ‘Little,’ said Turambar, hearts.’
16.011 The men wondered, bearing.
16.012 Now the river lands.
16.013 But first he grow.’
16.014 Then the men Azaghâl.’
16.015 And Turambar swept Brethil!’