It was a chilly night and the stars were almost disappeared. At dawn, there was a struggle within the éored camp. The riders were bustling about with saddles, ashen spears, swords of steel and iron and green shields with axes, preparing themselves for the next patrol over the plains covering several crofts within the Wold.
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