"Is the wall going to collapse?"
"Who is speaking?"
"That person wrapped in a thick black robe?"
Baron Robert leaned on the handle of his wooden sword, placing a hand on the pommel with a calm demeanor that came from consistent exposure to challenges, and spoke, "Thank you for your warning, but should the walls collapse, Gaza City will still fall into a terrible massacre, and no one will be spared."
It seemed that Salman heard Robert's reply.
Salman didn't speak again.
The baron turned around and looked at the panicked warriors, shouting, "The Holy Land of Jerusalem stands behind us, our children, friends, and homes are also behind us. If fate destines us to be buried here, then let us be buried here, in this place closest to the Heavenly Father, and die for the Heavenly Father and for the glory of the Kingdom!"
