Outside the window, unheeded, a long snake curved its way towards
the pass. Knights in shining armor, with banners snapping in the wind.
Footmen marching alongside, pikes and bows honed to a razor edge. A
King's Legion, and more. Below him, Irion could hear the Bugs pulling
out, abandoning the ground they had fought so dearly for. Irion, staring
down at Riara, didn't care.
© 2000 Django Wexler
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