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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

Thrusting through the struggling Moslems, he whipped out his sword, hewing his way well in among the Mongols without waiting to see if any of his own men followed. A mace crashed against his helmet, blurring his sight; a spear clanged on his shield. All around him there was a tearing, sobbing sound of tired men striving to rend each other, a snapping of wood and the moaning of the wounded underfoot, Moslems for the most part. The short, grim men who surged at him fought in silence.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

Again the Mongols thrust forward their beams and swarmed to the assault. An arrow struck the Kankali beg in the throat, and his body fell under the feet of his men.
“Are ye dogs?” Robert cried at the Moslems. “Come with me!”
He climbed the rampart, followed by all on the wall. The Mongols stood their ground, shouting and working havoc with their heavy weapons. With his long ax Robert cleared a space around him and planted his feet, dizzy with the blows that smashed in the steel of his helmet. Warm blood trickled down his ribs, and hot air seared his lungs.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

When his glance fell on the knight the powerful Mongol tossed down his spear and strode up the causeway, thrusting friends and foes from his path as a man might push aside corn-stalks.
Subotai—Subotai!” the nearest Mongols howled exultantly.
Robert fought for breath and looked about vainly for a weapon suited to his strength. Measuring the man with the buffalo horns and his own weariness, he felt that he would not be upon his feet for long.
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