by Lindvaettr » Sat Sep 09, 2017 11:19 pm
Once, whilst joined in a great battle, I was locked in the heat of skirmish with a Turk when, foolish as I was, I allowed another of the vile heathens to approach my flank unnoticed. As I felled his hell-damned companion, this scoundrel coward of the desert struck upon my leg with his scimitar. By the grace of God, and the ingenious of man, I was spared the fate of many a warrior who before me had been as foolish. The scimitar's blow was deflected by my sabaton, and at such an angle that, in a moment, this servant of Satan had fallen to the side, and I had brought my blade down upon his neck. Ere long, these foes of the Lord gave into their cowardice, of which we know much, and fled the field. Truly, it is the will of God that the holy city of Constantine shall never fall to these dogs who worship the moon and stars.
I too love sabatons, for they have saved me more often than the most lovely woman, or the most loyal of my brothers.