A DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD WAS HIS SCEPTRE, A SCARLET-PLUMED HELMET HIS CROWN. IN AN AGE OF FLAMING BATTLES AND ARDENT NIGHTS, OF BARBARIAN HORDES, ARAB PIRATES, AND TREACHEROUS RIVAL PRINCES, THE TARTAR SLASHED BOLDLY ACROSS A BLOODY LAND. HIS ENEMIES KIDNAPPED, TORTURED, AND ENSLAVED HIM--ONLY TO TASTE THE TARTAR'S TOWERING WRATH. HIS WOMEN LOVED HIM, OR WISHED HIM DEAD--ONLY TO LONG FOR THE STRENGTH OF HIS ARMS AND BEND BEFORE HIS IRON WILL....or in other words, a typical day around the house
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