The two men bowed silently once more as they watched the last officer exit the great hall.
Kan: "We should thank him for staying so late. Gave my back another chance to ache."
Tur: "He really deserves a medal. 'The Award for Giving Guards the Worst Back Pain.' I'll go to the tailor tomorrow, get a piece of cloth, and make one for him myself."
At this point, Kan had completely dropped his pretense of loyalty. Rubbing his sore back, he muttered, "Our great Lord Aziz will have already slipped away before you even get a chance to give him that medal.
After all, Lord Aziz is a hero to us Turkic People, Syria's famous 'Barefoot Flying General.'"
Tur feigned a serious expression. "What do you know? You have to understand, it's called a 'strategic retreat'! Fleeing from Cairo to Damascus, then from Damascus to Jerusalem. He's so fast on his feet so he won't be late for his next defeat!"
