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Night was falling...
The cool summer wind slowly danced with ears of rye, which grew at the river behind me. The sky became red.
We went to the last and determinant battle for the throne. Our army drew up on the foothills, where My King and I looked to the stronghold. I took a quick look at the little dismounted formation. My king gave an order to go for him only that part of the army, which was just a cannon-fodder. We lost a commander in a past battle. I wanted to hold his post, but I got a refusal, because I must be by the side of My King always. My horse orderly tapped the ground , my attention was directed to the one point- a green-blue flag was above a gate of the stronghold. But my thoughts weren't about a battle.
until the wind dancing with ears of rye
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