"Only if it were not certain who is strongest," said Baibars quietly.
Baibars and Qutuz sat looking at each other in a grave and thoughtful silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Finally, Qutuz turned away.
"I must allow you to discipline the Bhari Mamelukes—or not discipline them—as you see fit, Bunduqdari. That is your responsibility."
"Thank you, My Lord," said Baibars with just a hint of sarcasm.
He turned to Mahmoud. "Take him away."
Daoud crossed the field, walking beside Mahmoud, wondering how his khushdashiya, clustered together around what had been their goal, would greet him.
I have killed Kassar, Daoud thought. I have taken a life. It was the first time, and he felt glad and proud.
But he would gladly give up this proud moment to have Nicetas back. His grief for Nicetas was sharp as ever, not at all eased by vengeance.
Is it wrong to have done as I did and to feel this way?
A sharp voice rang out behind them. "Mahmoud!"