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They crested the hill at a gallop before racing across the plain, pulling the reins to a hard stop, battle steeds snorting and prancing, pulling at the bits, eager to be off again. "There!", Kima pointed. "Just at the treeline. Six of them."

Before they could loosen straps binding swords and shields, the intruders turned, hooves thundering on the dry, unthawed ground, raising a dust cloud behind them.

Moina turned with a broad smile. "Tell me again, sister. What is good?"
"To ride the open steppes, feel the wind in your hair, and watch your enemies flee before you."

*****

With all apologies and great admiration for Mr. Conan and his unwittingly hilarious Mongol warlord.

Description
They crested the hill at a gallop before racing across the plain, pulling the reins to a hard stop, battle steeds snorting and prancing, pulling at the bits, eager to be off again. "There!", Kima pointed. "Just at the treeline. Six of them."

Before they could loosen straps binding swords and shields, the intruders turned, hooves thundering on the dry, unthawed ground, raising a dust cloud behind them.

Moina turned with a broad smile. "Tell me again, sister. What is good?"
"To ride the open steppes, feel the wind in your hair, and watch your enemies flee before you."

*****

With all apologies and great admiration for Mr. Conan and his unwittingly hilarious Mongol warlord.