“For the king’s son, the rightful king!” the army shouted,
banging weapons on black shields. They dropped their chant for rabid cheering
when a man in black armor with a winged helm and flowing blond locks rode
before them, sword brandished overhead. When he reached the middle of the line
he was joined by a woman who wore strange robes festooned with charms and
fetishes. The army fell silent when she raised her arms and began shrieking in a
tongue unknown to them and gesticulating wildly. She concluded her strange
ritual by casting the bones of animals into their ranks.
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