“The one true sword of the one true king!” he shouted,
thrusting the sword above his head, where is sparkled in the sunlight. The army
behind him began chanting, “True sword, true king,” and banging their weapons
on their shields.
Across the field, the other general gave a snort and nodded
to his standard bearer who hoisted his lord’s banner with a grunt. It was a
king and queen standing in front of a castle.
“I rule from my seat at the table of power!” the general
shouted. “And today I will take that sword back from you, knavish pretender!”
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