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A great bonfire burned bright on the stone plateau as men marched up the rough hewn steps, carrying the remains of their former brothers aloft on great carved targes. The hilltop was battered by a howling gale, tearing standards from their mounts to fly off into the glen below and sending the hair of the speaker whipping around his head as he bellowed over the din.
"We commend our fallen to the flames, so that their ashes are carried across their homeland, to settle and bring new life in their wake. Just as we sing songs of their bravery and call their names in the heat of battle, may their fighting spirit light a fire in our hearts in the d
