CH 16.012 ps Now the river … lands.
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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!’
16.016 ‘The Black Thorn … hearts.’