Chapter 79: Wolves
The night deepened. A bright, clear moon hung high in the sky.
Hans, alone on horseback, patrolled the cordoned-off streets. The streets were deserted. Within the residences on either side, burning lamps and deliberately hushed conversations swiftly vanished as his horse's hooves passed by.
The massacres the Crusaders had once inflicted upon the Saracens, though over a hundred years had passed, were still firmly etched in the minds of the infidels in this city.
Among Lothar's company of Winged Hussars, only Hans possessed the qualification to patrol alone. The others had to travel in pairs at least, for mutual support.
"Whoa—" Hans halted his horse before a temple.
