August Copper gazes out over the steppe on the eve of battle. He grips his lance on one hand, and his sword on the other. He is young, especially to join the ranks of a "brave man," and yet both weapons feel so natural in his hands, as though he'd held them a hundred times. Tomorrow he will wield them for the hundred and first as he fights the Sosso on behalf of his leader Sunjata, and something in his bones tell him that he will lead his men to victory. And that victory will lead to a new, quite literal golden age for his people.
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A lovely pic of my owl as a Malian Farin done by  BluezGooz I love Malian history and he managed to capture the West African gambeson wonderfully.