The sky was cloudless, the wind blowing over the grassy plains. The golden stalks of grass waving gently in the wind. It was calm, and serene. Then up on the faint horizon, a small company of horse-men crested the hill, they were heading south down the croftlands of Eastemnet, in two by five formed line.
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