LR 5.03.038 {p} ‘The Paths of now.’

5.03.034 ‘You are grieved, Dead?’
5.03.035 ‘Yes, lord,’ said gone.’
5.03.036 ‘Then our paths dwindles.’
5.03.037 Slowly they passed Dwimorberg.
5.03.038 ‘The Paths of now.’
5.03.039 In the midst board.
5.03.040 In the inner smiled.
5.03.041 ‘Come, Master Meriadoc!’ tales.’
5.03.042 Room was made him.