The Moorish Caliph put his ear to the ground, awaiting the wail from the hordes with a cruel smile on his old withered face

Soon, you shall be joined by more heathens Timujin... soon... Yet all he hears is the loud noise of his Caliphate.
Around him, the Armies of moor descend upon France, cries of feverish ecstasy drowning even the hooves and heavy steps of the army.

Soon...