conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Secret, Country, Dubious with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Dubious Hills'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Dubious Hills
  Arry opened the door to call the cats. It was a cold night, but with a green spring cold, not the dry baked cold of autumn or the damp and penetrating cold of winter. The moon was full; it crowded out the stars in its half of the sky and put a thin blue skim-milk light over the mud of the yard, the slate stepping stones, the cover of the well, the lilac bushes with their new leaves—and there was the white cat crouched under the pine tree, from which during the day the squirrels teased her.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: They sat on in silence. Arry was afraid to let her mind wander, lest somebody else's certainties flood it again. She supposed she must ask Mally about this. She blamed it on Halver, but that might not be right. "Oonan?" she said.
  Oonan stood up all the way and began pacing the floor again. Arry watched him. They did this for a very long weary while. Arry's chin bumped her chest. She pulled her head back up, blinking. A great dark shape came through the open door, darted past Oonan, and seized the blanket of the bed in its jaws. Arry shot off the bed. The large wolf gave her a brief considering glance, curled its lip at her, and dragged the blanket back out the door.
  Nothing happened for some time. Then Arry twitched all over and almost fell off the bed, and at the same moment Oonan tripped over something and bumped the wall, or at any rate that was what it sounded like. They had not heard the wolf come, but in the quiet after Oonan bumped the wall they heard the sound of a bare foot stirring the gravel, and then someone was standing in the doorway, blocking all the light.
  Oonan went into one corner and lit a lantern. He stood up, holding the light out before him, and made a sound as if somebody had hit him in the stomach.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: They sat on in silence. Arry was afraid to let her mind wander, lest somebody else's certainties flood it again. She supposed she must ask Mally about this. She blamed it on Halver, but that might not be right. "Oonan?" she said.
  Oonan stood up all the way and began pacing the floor again. Arry watched him. They did this for a very long weary while. Arry's chin bumped her chest. She pulled her head back up, blinking. A great dark shape came through the open door, darted past Oonan, and seized the blanket of the bed in its jaws. Arry shot off the bed. The large wolf gave her a brief considering glance, curled its lip at her, and dragged the blanket back out the door.
  Nothing happened for some time. Then Arry twitched all over and almost fell off the bed, and at the same moment Oonan tripped over something and bumped the wall, or at any rate that was what it sounded like. They had not heard the wolf come, but in the quiet after Oonan bumped the wall they heard the sound of a bare foot stirring the gravel, and then someone was standing in the doorway, blocking all the light.
  Oonan went into one corner and lit a lantern.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Oonan handed the cups around, having put milk and honey into Con's and Arry's first. Then he said, "Tell me what happened."
  Oonan rolled his eyes and made a small groan. She told him the story, with frequent additions from Con and a little actual help from Beldi. Oonan looked at her with great intentness the whole time, even when Con was speaking. When they finished, he went on looking.
  Oonan looked puzzled and irritated; then his brow cleared. "Ah. The ones with poisoned apples; the ones who drive their sons to kill their other sons; all the cruel ones. I think so. I told you, I am still finding out what has happened. I think knowledge is altered."
  Oonan frowned. "That will do you harm," he said. "Go to Heathwill Library, where they understand breaking the bounds of knowledge."
  They crossed the river at the Waterpale ferry just at dawn. The ferrywoman was sleepy but amiable. Arry gave her one of Frances's coins, which she took as if there were nothing unusual about it.