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... ills to the east catching first light like watchfires kindling one after the next. Sir Marten of Ibelin, a broad-shouldered veteran with a crooked nose and a deep scar beneath one eye, stood at the edge of the field outside the village. He wore no helm, only a linen coif and a wool surcoat that bore the faded crest of his house. His chainmail was worn but mended—practical, like the man himself.
He turned and surveyed the line forming behind him.
Sixty men. Not knights. Not even s ...
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