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“Behold those Blackmoors and their huts that stand sans doors, each castled in his natal nest, they trust of Royal Justice the command, and in the candour of the neighbour’s breast: Behold how furious flies the bestial band like flock of dingy stares thick packt and prest; to fight Sofala’s fortress they pretend which dext’erous Nhaia’s arm and wits defend: