The Arab Cavalry moved down, fluid riders who easily navigated the slippery scree slope. The man in the lead, who wore a black head-wrap, spread his hands, clearly showing he was unarmed and wanted to talk.
The Arab Cavalry were well-equipped, and I felt a chill as they drew near, stopping only when the man in the black head-wrap was a few paces from the Norman Knights.
The horse was large and strong, and the man in the black head-wrap sat it with an easy grace. He carried a gracefully Curved Bow. A Quiver was strapped to his left hip, angled back with the arrow shafts exposed—for a faster draw, I saw.
On his other side, the man carried a Sword—not a Curved Saber, but an almost straight Blade. An axe and a Nail Head Hammer with a head shaped like a strange animal hung from his saddle, and a conical Helmet was suspended from the saddle straps, a Chain Armor coif tucked neatly inside.
