Chapter 94: The Prince
On a high ground, a eunuch, dressed in brocade robes, his chin impeccably smooth without a single strand of beard, advised in a low voice, "Prince Zahir, this is a well-trained Frankish army. We are already deep within enemy territory. Should we not consider retreating?"
"Retreat?" Prince az-Zahir Ghazi, Saladin's third son, nominal lord of Aleppo and Governor of North Syria, who was the leader of this Saracen cavalry troop, sneered. "Hari, has the sight of these Frankish barbarians charging scared you witless? Losing 'that thing' has indeed made you lose all your courage!"
The eunuch, possessing a long, pointed face and an unnaturally fair complexion, said calmly, "Prince Zahir, His Majesty the King ordered me to look after you. This is my duty!"
