Chp 12

That would tell them the songs of songs, that with the times the event sang, without hiding neither a letter of the prodigious event, for the enjoyment of any diner, that listened to the songs that troubadours and minstrels of that newsworthy fact that astonished all equally...

...When the artifacts were ready, the warriors of the desert celebrated with shouts and dances. The errand was done. Tower and catapult ready for action. But they didn't count on how tricky the girl was.

Baimei knew no rules of war, an unfeeling soul they would soon find out.

The countess's few horsemen appeared with their backs to the sun. On the side of the ravine. Where the sons of the desert rested, with few sleepless guards, they did not realize, but when it was already very late, under certain attack in their own tents the battle with death appeared without mercy.

The warriors of Baimei without honor had to be. They attacked while they slept, by an improvised bridge they passed, they rode to surprise them, without warning, nor trumpets, in certain silence, ready to kill. Criminally they threw the burning balls of straw against the tents, burning and killing warriors who naked rested sheltered from the weather in their comfortable tents, sleeping on top of expensive carpets, which easily burned at the contact of the flame thrown by the merciless sons of the Nazarene, without any kindness.

They unleashed the horses and frightened the camels, who ran amok across the plain and galloped. They attacked with ignoble weapons; axes, hammers and sickles. It was a disproportionate butchery, they gave no time to fight. Worse still they were, shameless thieves, they seized the catapult and the tower, turning them around, with their own stones, they bombarded the camp requesting immediate surrender. And it had to be accepted. There was no chance.

The girl showed an additional trap. Her ears Mongolian advice accepted. Sheep dogs of the peasants, furious at having licked blood, among the children of the desert let loose, impure Animal, with rage attacked the unhappy beings, who ran scared. They had tempted the devil and he showed himself.

The chief of the defeated with pushes and kicks was prostrated before the clean shoes of Baimei, who did not allow the man to kiss her feet, because she quickly pushed them away, with a cold gesture of the kneeling man, who defeated came to ask for mercy.

The young countess with a narrowed brow barely averted her eyes from the cloth. It was evident that she was not in the mood. It was evident that nothing from her could wait and in that she indulged him.

The young woman spoke aloud, but not addressing the prisoner. But to one of her soldiers, sons of infidels, but among she was raised.

The man relayed to the man and then in the language of the people said, so that all understood what was said by his mistress and mistress, triumphant for her love of god.

--You are an accursed man who has come to my lands to threaten. To abuse a girl you intended to abuse. Mockery and jokes were made at my ribs. But the arm of my soldiers did justice to my truth. You are not a man. Thanks to the efforts of peasants and servants you have known defeat. !Poor devil you are indeed! You are impure, like a boar I will treat you. You return with all yours. Your wounded I will not heal. As a man you will not go away. Let him be captured along with everyone else. To tell your bosses what you couldn't achieve here. It is the justice of your holy book, which is also for me; therefore I proclaim that I am not violating any law. To be fulfilled .

The man cried out in horror. Bewildered by the beauty of the girl's features, and stunned by her cruelty.

For she in the perfect language of the believing children of the desert and with a fresh voice recited forcing him to say with her the proclamations that must be said aloud and with supreme faith by every believer when read or prayed with faith:.....