Dakshana was clad in furs and carried a metal sword, a small round shield. She followed the other men as they leapt off their long boat, charged up the pebble beach - and into a sea of white-haired men and boys who wielded their sword with deadly accuracy. Dakshana could smell the foul scent of strong wine on the men around her, and it made her dizzy.
Everything was white, the stones beneath her feet, the sky, the furs the enemies wore - how would she find him?
And there he was, on the edge of the battlefield, clad in white.
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