Back in Jerusalem. Rashid Abubakar rose to his feet, brushing dust from his clothes. He glanced at the Brotherhood men around him; they looked battered and tired. These men had journeyed from Masyaf to Jerusalem under the leadership of the First Disciple, Banu Bin Jabal, driven by hopes of victory.
Now here they were. Defeated, demoralized, injured, and afraid to voice their concerns. They were gathered in a room belonging to a famous physician in Jerusalem. They had come to him to treat their wounds before they thought of what came next.
For now, they bottled up their feelings as they waited for their turn to be treated. The physician was not done treating their leader. To be exact, he had just started treating him.
