Sixth of the Twelfth Moon, noon. The enemy burns and plunders along the road, killing or enslaving all they fi…
Sixth of the Twelfth Moon, noon.
The enemy burns and plunders along the road, killing or enslaving all they find. Yet at our gate they halt and offer terms: admit Khitan students, teach the Khitan script.
They claim this would be the first step toward changing all hearts, turning swords into silk...
The barking of dogs. It makes me sick.