The Mamluk soldiers sitting around the campfire were having their dinner.
A member of the Imperial Guard with a Jewish background was loudly boasting about his experience of killing a two-headed snake monster: "I used a round shield to block the petrifying rays of the monster, pretended to be paralyzed, and when it got close, delivered a lethal strike!"
"By the holy fire, you would hardly imagine how terrifying the monster's blood is. As soon as my treasure sword stabbed in, only the guard and the hilt were left after a while. If I'd released my grip a bit later, the deadly poison would have corroded my hand too."
A story full of holes.
Yet, the Mamluks listening intently continued to ask about what happened next.
Fulk tore the wheat cake into small pieces and soaked them in the lamb soup; the cake absorbed the broth and became soft and delicious.
