He had walked upon the crimson mud of the Ford, where swords and war-hammers whistled and thundered toward his skull; his face twitched and his ear burned as he now instead navigated a sea of delicate blossoms at the head of a victorious army, with tens of thousands of frantic throats shouting for his name.
It rained white and red , the petals were thrown by eager children and cheering women across the thoroughfare, framing the precise road upon which the army that had laid five southern princes low now marched.
The victory that had finally cemented Yarzat's position as a kingdom , a victory made possible because when beget by thousands his hundreds did not falter nor break.
