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... n dressed more in tunic, and gambeson than mail or lamellar. Their shields were little more than pieced-together planks; no leather covering, no iron rim. The bosses? Crudely forged iron, more likely to crack than deflect.
They marched with spears in hand, singing as they went, some excited, others dreadful. These were the men the Althing had gathered for war with Vetrulfr's horde. Farmers, fishermen, and the occasional smithy among them.
Their training? Whatever they could fit i ...
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