
A long, long time ago…
Picture this: A ragtag band of medieval infantrymen huddles in the meager shelter afforded by a stony outcrop at the edge of a forest of birch and oak. It’s early November, and the bare trees offer little resistance to the cold North wind, which slices through the soldiers’ threadbare clothes. They are battle-weary, hungry and their wages are many weeks overdue.
A knight rides up and addresses them. “Men!” he cries, “The enemy has been sighted barely two miles from here. We must defend this position at all costs. Arise and follow me!”
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