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Vol.5, Ch.5, P.20

“Rally ’round! To the centre! Rally, rally!” screamed Dennis. “Forget your fracted ranks! Yield whilst, if ye must! Just rally! Rally, confound’ee all!”

Alas and at last, all levity was lost from that voice of his; for he and all his Cutcrowns found their feet firm no longer upon the holy slopes. No, the ground now was level; for far aback had they been pushed—far, far down, all the way down to the spurs of Déu Tsellin. A blow too-grievous this was, dealt by whom but the knights of the 1st in all their martial fury.

Still, in spite of their sallowing plight, the Cutcrowns continued their resistance, broken blade and failing flesh be damned. For they were all of them once-wronged in some way; in the past, checked and trampled by the chariot of Londosian