A great and terrible host were come upon the walls, and the city’s defenders quailed, for among the Dead could be seen faces of those known them; loved ones slain and comrades in arms fallen. But the Black Lion raised his sword to heaven, and his princely countenance was grim, and at the sound of his voice, their faithless hearts were raised up. “No fear,” he bid them. “Only fury.” —JEAN-SÉBASTIEN RICARD The Battle of Báih Sìde
