And then, to his utter amazement and joy, he sees white kepi’s in the middle of the bloodbath. They appear like white mushrooms in the heart of this unbelievable c*****e of maimed and dying men and the horses that had already died the day before. He pushes his horse into a trot and goes over there. He does not notice the long, white veil lying to his right on the churned-up sand. Long, blonde hair spread over the sand…
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The s*******r in the desert is now already two days in the past. D’Arlan and Juin’s men have rejoined forces, traveling in one short column. D’Arlan is riding the stallion that had carried Teuns so far. D’Arlan hunts underneath his cloak and removes some items from his shirt pocket. He looks at it again. It is a beautiful bracelet of pure gold, and on it, the fig
