Glorious their charge across these northern fields. Glorious too the moment they drew their scimitars. The day was theirs. Who could stand against the Great Lord's might or the strength of those who served Him?
He glanced quickly, proudly, at the standard he carried, the black serpent on its flaming red field. He could barely keep up with his lord as they rode to meet the charge of the Northmen that had come to the battle that very morning. He also saw what his chieftain had seen. The king's banner, too far ahead of his men. Theirs for the taking...
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