Only a fool knows no fear, brother
Only a fool knows no fear, brotherOnly a fool knows no fear, brother-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. KRISPIN-
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. KRISPIN-In the almost empty field of the Iberian camp now controlled by the young Bellatrix, we landed our beasts, slipped out of our saddles, and stepped into the trampled snow. Just days past, the camp had been filled with almost four thousand Iberian mercenaries in the employ of the Rogarian Empire. But that was before the citizens of Oslon rose up in rage against religious intolerance and those who wished to turn their free city into a conquered domain of the royal blue. Now the camp, with its hundreds of stout log cabins clustered together in well-defined formations hemmed in by streets as straight as the shaft of a well-made arr
