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On the other side of Baddon Plane, Morgon's grey-clad soldiers were forhtly disciplined ranks then turned his attention to his own forces The contrast could not have been greater

The brightly dressed tribes battle cries Most were ar sword and a small circular shield Some wore body armour Others were stripped to the waist

Standards poked up everywhere Bronze ani mouths were mounted on painted poles Yelloindsocks streaues clattered in bronze mouths Drums beat, pipes wailed and chariot horns blared

To withoutto train theon's troops The anisedhis trap

For theas expected Toion Under the circumstances he would have done the same That was the beauty of the situation His opponent was behaving predictably

His attention turned to the huge cattle pen at the foot of the bank on which he was standing That was another source of his worries The pen was filled with mountain men and the cattle they had seized on their way down froes were his wild card They were the force which would rip Morgon's ranks apart

A naked man on a blindfolded bull attracted his attention His entire body was covered in tattoos It was difficult to tell as real and as added He had ether Tom decided that, if he was attacked by such an apparition, he'd strike at the nore the rest

He returned his attention to the battlefield His ons were arranged in a defensive ring Tom was alar convulsed

He grabbed Thunder's arave orders for those carts to be moved'

The little man adjusted his cloak

'It is a time-honoured custom for families to accompany their warriors into battle'

'Time honoured' Tom exploded 'That's what you say when you can't think of anything better'

'It is an ancient tradition '

To The tribess and it would take an eternity to change theon was on the rey-clad infantry flanked by their native allies