More people had been killed.
Priest John said in a low voice, "The path to Hell is always flat."
But Faruk never appeared, not even when Robert's army arrived.
However, as the Lord of the Arabs on Cyprus, he would not let the matter rest—not when it came to upholding his Reputation, nor sating his own hatred for the Christians.
His vengeance fell elsewhere.
...
「In the Shepherd Boy's village」
A new body, a small body. The smallest in that field of death. His black, curly hair was matted with old blood, his eyes pecked out into dark hollows that still seemed to accuse all Normans. His fatal wound was a long spear, thrust through his back and out his chest. The dead included the Shepherd Boy's younger brother and the Greek villagers from the nearby settlement.
Eric held the Shepherd Boy. He was like a little bird, his body wracked with violent sobs, as if his frantic heart might burst from his chest at any moment.
