What could a simple warrior do but bow his head and worship before such unimaginable vastness?
With that the black warrior touched his forehead and bowed low.
The weathered warrior stepped into the tent and bowed.
The huge red-bearded warrior stared at the newcomer, then recognized him and bowed.
The warrior bowed and left the hall.
The warrior got to his feet, bowed, and left them.
The warriors bowed to them, touched Philippe's feet, and then her hands.
A black-bearded warrior walked through the gloom and bowed before the King.
The warrior stopped just inside the entrance and bowed.
Bewildered the warrior rose, bowed and moved away.
