"If this keeps up, we'll be eaten by that beast before we even reclaim the Holy Land!"
Ivan squatted down, looking at his own Mamluk warrior before him—his chest seemed to be torn open by the beast, his eyes wide open in death filled with fear and horror.
One can only imagine what he went through before he died.
He placed his palm over the deceased's eyes.
Ivan's voice carried a suppressed anger: "We can't go on like this. I must see Lord Taqidin."
Fulk grabbed Ivan's arm and murmured, "Ivan, don't be rash; you're in no condition to have an audience with Lord Taqidin now."
"Let go, Fulk!"
The fury in Ivan's eyes was almost explosive: "Senmut was the most loyal warrior under my command. He saved my life once and not just once, and I swore to repay him."
"But now, he lies dead on our own land, killed by someone we call our own."
