In Saladin's royal tent, chiefs from various tribes and minor feudal lords gathered together.
Saladin sat at the central throne, listening to the complaints of the chiefs below: "My King, today most of those heavily wounded were our people."
"Prince Zahir led my troops into battle, and in just one round, we lost half of our men and horses. This is due to the Prince's poor command, so I request to personally lead the troops in the next battle."
The chief from the Tunis Chiefdom pleaded earnestly.
He did not want his cavalry to be cannon fodder any longer. Matching light cavalry against the elite heavy cavalry of the Franks, what kind of "genius" idea was that?
In his heart, Zahir was just a fool!
A hyena born of a lion!
