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... ttered remnants of the Herculeian army had limped away, their backs open to the blades and spears of the Yarzat host. And for six hours now, the tent had echoed with the sounds of celebration , laughter, toasts, and the warm clinking of cups filled and refilled with heady red wine.
It was the sort of victory that commanders dream of, clean, decisive, and, most of all, easy.
Lords clasped each other’s shoulders and shouted praise loud enough to shake the canvas walls. Servants wea ...
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