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... , cruel to both man and beast. Uneven ridges cut across the valley like scars, and thorny shrubs jutted up from the cracked earth like the teeth of buried beasts. For infantry, it was a nightmare. For cavalry, it was near-suicide.
Even now, Egil’s riders struggled to hold formation. Their line twisted and buckled as horses stumbled over hidden dips and roots. Dust and broken bramble clung to their boots and coats like leeches. If they had truly intended to ride their lances into the enem ...
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