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The sorrow-filled field at last lay still, the battle won, or lost, depending on perspective. Across it were strewn the bodies of men and horses, twisted into grim caricatures of the once living, and about them was the scattered detritus of battle; splintered shields and broken swords, discarded spears, arrows by the score and the once proud banners of knights and lords.

Most of the dead were numbered from the levies, simple men in drab gear called on to fight by their lords and masters, yet here and there lay the armoured forms of fallen knights, for the most clustered around a central focal point. It was there that the rebellious Lord Duncraig had made his stand with those knights loyal to him. The King's men had been drawn to his banner, and there it was that the fighting had been heaviest.

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