"King Mac. Cloud came down the hill, galloping through Highlands towards the Mac's side of the Ring. Gilam . Hundreds of his men galloped beside him, clinging to life as the horses raced down the mountain. He leaned back, lifted his whip and hit his horse hard with it there was no need to drive, but Mac. Claud liked to whip him. The king enjoyed inflicting pain on the animals. Seeing the picture spread before his eyes, at Mac. Cloud barely drooled the idyllic village of Mac. Gilov, unarmed men in the fields, half-naked due to the summer heat of women in the houses, hanging linen on ropes. The outside doors were open, chickens roamed freely in the yard, the boilers were already boiling, foreshadowing dinner. At the thought of what destruction he would bring with him, the trophies he would capture, the women he would abuse, Mac. Claud smiled wider . He almost tasted the blood he was going to shed.