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eavy blows of the dagger that most armor
could not have withstood。 He turned to Black; who believed what I told them;
and screamed at him childishly。 I came up from behind; put my armor…plated
arm around Butterfly’s neck and drew him toward me。 Bending his other arm
back with my free hand; I made him drop the dagger。 We weren’t quite
struggling; nor were we entirely playing。 I recounted a similar; little…known
scene in the Book of Kings。
“On the third day of a confrontation between Persian and Turanian armies
fully equipped in armor and weaponry and arrayed at the foot of Mount
Hamaran; the Turanians sent the wily Shengil into the field to learn the
identity of a mysterious Persian who’d killed a great Turanian warrior on each
of the previous two days;” I began。 “Shengil challenged the mysterious warrior;
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and he accepted。 The armies; their armor glimmering brightly in the afternoon
sun; watched with bated breath。 The armored horses of the two warriors
engaged each other with such speed that sparks flying from the clash of metal
singed the hides of the horses which gave off smoke。 The fight was a lengthy
one。 The Turanian shot arrows; the Persian maneuvered his sword and horse
skillfully; and finally; the mysterious Persian felled the Turanian after catching
him by the tail of his steed。 He then chased after Shengil who was trying to
escape; and grabbed him by his armor from behind before taking him by the
neck。 As he accepted his defeat; the Turanian; still curious about the identity of
the mysterious warrior; asked without hope what everyb
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