The horses ridden by Yussuf and Max often had to kick and trample down the dead and dying.
It was a fearful sight.
Yussuf fought bravely.
His left arm had been broken by Max, just below the shoulder, but he would not give in.
“Surrender!”
“Never!”
“Then die!”
“I will, but you will go first.”
Max was of a different opinion, and he kept swinging round his heavy scimiter with the strength of a giant.
Once, when Yussuf parried a blow, the weapon struck the horse’s neck, almost severing the head from the body.