At sunrise on the morning following the failed sortie, a majestic procession of forty northern clan chieftains and southern high lords rode into the allied siege camp at the foot of the Black Causeway. It was an awe-inspiring sight that moved veteran soldiers to tears. Stretching for two miles across the plateau was an unbroken forest of heraldic standards: the ancient white wolf of Moon-Crest, the silver pine of the…
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