Crypt Ghouls are the commons of the Flesh-eater Courts: the ploughmen, potboys, levies, and honest soldiery of kingdoms that do not exist. In their own eyes they march in boiled leather with pike and billhook, keeping good order beneath fluttering pennants. What the enemy sees is a tide of crook-backed figures flowing over walls and barricades, clawing at whatever the courtiers point them toward.
Their courage is the small, stubborn courage of peasant levies everywhere, and it is entirely real. A serf of the courts will hold a breach against armored giants believing it the proudest death a commoner could ask, and his fellows will speak of him afterward as men speak of heroes. That the wake is also a feast is a detail the dream politely omits.
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