In the time of King Aurthur a girl named Elane lives in a war camp with her brothers and father because her mother fell to foe troops. Elane sews the clothes and heels the wounded men with herbs.
The camp is rows of make shift tents. I see an ocean of white sails across a field of grass. A stench of cow patties that is inescapable. Joyous men the size barbarians. Men clashing swords preparing for battle. Officers bickering over battle strategies. Grass not green but the color of mud. Targets more holy than people on earth.
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