The Capet fleur-de-lis, the Golden Lion of Anjou, and the red with a Golden Cross Banner of the Toulouse–Tripoli branch formed three ranks, as Knights armed to the teeth clustered around their lords and galloped over from afar.
Looking at the six hundred Winged Cavalry who had long since formed up in neat ranks awaiting them, the expressions of the Tripartite Alliance were all rather complicated.
Richard did not actually dislike Losa; at most there was a trace of jealousy, because Losa truly could fight, and in handling affairs he was fair, magnanimous and generous—simply impossible to hate.
Yet their interests clashed, and they really could not become friends.
He had imagined more than once that, if there were no Losa in this world, then who but he would be the one whose name was sung throughout all Christendom, who personally defeated Saladin and relieved the Holy City from peril?
