Leif served as the interpreter, translating the Turk's Arabic for the others.
"What right do you have to negotiate? Peace? That is what *you* pray for, not us! We crave war! Only cowards desire peace!" the Count of Ponthieu roared.
The Count of Ponthieu's words hung in the air like a scorching flame. The Knights at his side roared in agreement, their faces contorted with anger and contempt. They stared at the Turk envoy with utter disdain.
"Peace?" an older Knight scoffed, an eyebrow raised in clear contempt. "Why would we desire your so-called 'peace,' steeped in lies and fear? You just want us to submit, to lay down our Swords, and hand over the Holy Land. We will not be so easily deceived!"
