"My father said that in war, a proper warrior should inspire fear, not mercy." Laila watched the Turkic woman stumble away.
"But the villagers of Chenxi Village seem to have a very good impression of your father," Eric said, looking at Laila.
"Because they remember a musician, not a distinguished desert warrior."
...
Bohemond was even taller and broader than his powerful father. He towered over his companions and had developed the habit of stooping slightly to speak with them more easily.
He inherited the typical Norman blue eyes and blond hair, but his skin was far luckier than his parents'. While their cheeks were always sunburned red and peeling, Bohemond's fair skin held only a hint of a golden sheen.
