“HELMS” на російській мові

Men, clad in the azure livery of the Fedgley’s, dull chainmail shirts beneath their tunics and helms on their heads, were moving about a trampled field covered in dead Dark Kind.

They ran this way and that, some of them bolting again for shelter, others throwing themselves at the first Taiytakei they saw, dragging them down, pulling off their helms and battering their faces against the stone.

Their emerald and silver capes billowed and flapped like flags in the constant wind and the jade in their helms and the coloured silks they wore across their chests seemed to glow.

A squad of Vespinese in brilliant green with gold-plumed helms guarded Baros Tsen T’Varr’s body, which hung as Mai’Choiro had told them, twisting and swinging by his feet in the wind.

Upon the backs of adolescent anguillons rode drowned knights, their lances the spiralled tusks of oceanic monsters, their helms outsize cowries, their shields the nacreous upper shells of giant oysters.

The wind tore at the emerald plumes on their helms and at the gold banners that flew from the long spiked staves they carried instead of ashgars – and then Liang frowned as she saw what else they were carrying.