The cavalry wandered by the river, not far away was the hillside fortress billowing with smoke, and on the other side was a seemingly peaceful village area.


    The humiliating Normans took to their oars again, and Quentyn and his cavalry blushed on the riverbank, spitting back swear words as they watched the longship sail upstream.


    Quentin was still so humiliated by the action, he wandered back and forth holding the reins, and the cavalry waited for the command of the captain of the banner.


    "Damn! Let them escape. Now


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