Bonus points to anyone who knows where this is from.
"King Tancred of Luorte watched his councillors as they peered over the little lines and squiggles that meant nothing to him, but which contained the mysteries of what he knew to be writing.
"The forces of the sorcerer are gathering in the old fortress of Albadair, m'lord," Geldamar, the King's cartographer gestured over the crumpled surface of the ancient map.
"Our spies report that the enemy have conjured machines that vomit forth great gobbets of flame, steeds of iron whose roars of anger break the very stones, heavy limbed giants of metal with no faces... need I go on m'lord?" asked the stern-faced Boulin, Master of the King's Armies.
"No, Boulin," sighed the King. "I see that we are doomed. The only thing that can save us now is prayer." Tancred eased to his knees and began to pray.
Above the palace of King Tancred of Luorte, a battered spacecraft edges slowly into a high orbit. In a small cluttered hold, lit only by the pale glow of emergency beacons, four Space Marines sit around a dusty, obsidian table. They peer in unison over the turning tarot - the Tarot of the Emperor
"The Damned and the World," read the first. "The Master of Mankind has work for us here."
"The Castle and Chaos," read the second. "Our Lord guides us against evil."
"Fire and the Executioner," read the third. "We have our duty."
"Death and the Emperor," read the last. "The Legion of the Damned shall accomplish the Imperial will."
And I remember the name Tancred, he was a Knight in the First Crusade around 1097-9, IIRC, and he was noted for being rather brutal ! 