In Saladin's camp.
Baron Fulk repeatedly counted his equipment, lance, bow and arrows, water bottle, quiver...until Ivan came to urge him. He hastily drew a cross on his chest, his face full of shame.
"Heavenly Father above, I am forced to serve the Heretics, my Lord, please know that I do this not of my own will. On the battlefield, I will seize any opportunity to escape and will avoid harming any Christian brothers as much as possible."
"Fulk, hurry up!"
Ivan's urging voice rang from outside the tent.
With Saladin's military order, the entire Saracen camp moved swiftly like a hibernating giant beast awakening. They seemed chaotic, yet each gathered under their respective commanders, coming together according to the instructions from their superior lords.
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"Get out of the way, I am here under my lord's orders to command these dragon beasts, open the gate quickly!"
