Priest John tended to the wounded. None of the injuries were severe, though two men had been killed. One was a Pisa Crossbowman. The other, a Danish man, had been the best in the shield wall. Tragically, a dying cavalryman grabbed his long spear, and it pierced through his already injured nose bridge—he had lifted his helmet's nose guard to keep it from rubbing against the old wound.
"He never had any luck with that nose," Lagman said gloomily.
They found Faisal beneath a pile of six bodies, life already gone from him. A look of shock was frozen on his face, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. His neck was broken, his head twisted to the side as if looking back at the life he once had. The Shepherd Boy spat on him, then kicked him.
