Louis the Austere
“Here’s a blaze of gold and silver and scarlet! Why, you wretched fellow, can’t you be satisfied with perishing yourself in battle if Fate so decides?” […]
“Here’s a blaze of gold and silver and scarlet! Why, you wretched fellow, can’t you be satisfied with perishing yourself in battle if Fate so decides?” […]
“He fell in front of the feet of the king’s horse, and the wind blew his habit right over his neck, so that he was entirely exposed to the unwilling eyes of the lord king.” […]
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