He looks up at them. "Well, apparently it's very remote, so most of the population is pagan. Apart from that, I don't know, which is why I'm...
He grunts, and Eva looks at Mszczuj. "Gentle, unless you want me to tear him open." The knight spits blood. "I am order by chapter master...
"You'll be home before too long, burying that nose of yours in more books." He laughs, warming a little from his usual sullen expression. The...
He laughs, before wincing at the pain. "Peace? There's no peace between us schweine. Your king is a pagan, so you are all pagans. Besides, you...
Inside the carriage, Angelo sees the landscape pass by him, and he soon realises that they've gone further than he could see from the windows of...
Eva nods. "Just his hands." She begins healing his wound. The Teuton grimaces at the indignity of being healed by a non christian, as he stares...
He nods. "A few times, here and there." As usual, he briefly glances at her body, but averts his eyes before it can be considered rude. "I fought...
A number of his brothers wait beside him, before a dark haired woman arrives, clad in the rich red robes of an inquisitor of the catholic church....
She smiles back. She kneels beside the Teuton leader, who tries to choke her with what remains of his strength. She snaps her fingers, and his...
"Nice to meet you, Angelo." The men seem gruff, but friendly. "The inquisitor wants to inspect the monks we're taking with us, so be at the front...
"Schweine Polieren." His voice comes out as a whisper. A woman's voice sounds out, and the young man sees Eva, a druid in Boleslaw's retinue. "I...
Ilya and Olga look a little confused as to why they're going, and their father tells them a white lie, not mentioning Mongols or the Horde. Three...
The obese man turns his head to avoid belching in Angelo's face. "Yep, here's where you sign up. Well, you ain't gotta sign nothin'. Just give us...
One of the men gestures with his head to a wounded man, who took a lance to the side, where the plate armour wasn't covering. He coughs up blood.
"Yes, I was hoping you'd leave today, while it's still early."
The arrow pierces through the mail covering the man's head, and he falls to the ground. Boleslaw gets down from his horse, removing his helmet. "A...
He pats her shoulder. "I'll be fine, daughter. I'll be with the Prince at court, so I'll be safe. The Horde doesn't want to kill the prince, just...
Three lay down their arms, whilst the last man, with a poleaxe, charges at Sir Boleslaw. "Deus Vult!"
He looks between the two of them, before bursting into laughter. "The look on your faces! No, I'm not kicking you out, per se. It turns out that...
He sees only a handful of Teutons left standing, with most dead or surrendered already. Only four still stand, two with swords, and two with...
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