Under the sunlight, the metal lance tips reflected a captivating brilliance.
Different colored Swallowtail Banners, Square Banners, fluttering in the air.
Fleur-de-lis, standing lions, bears, red dragons, and various indescribable patterns, and different colored crosses...
On the ramparts of Kaler Castle, the soldiers of the defending garrison, who had become numb with despair, were first stunned and then erupted into deafening cheers.
"The reinforcements are here!"
"We are saved!"
Baron Hanfry of Tolun, riding a tall warhorse, came to stand alongside Losa. He was the Royal Palace Chief Steward, commanding a unit of over twenty Knights and more than fifty Armored Cavalry.
He shouted: "Baron Losa, the Saracens seem unaware of our arrival, it's a rare opportunity; should we launch a charge first?"
Losa felt a sense of helplessness, akin to hearing a teammate make an earnest yet foolish suggestion.
Along the way, Saracen scouts and falcons soaring in the sky were everywhere.
