The Saracen: The Holy War
This is adventure book. Daoud slung his bow across his back and drew his long, curving saif from the scabbard. The noonday sun flashed on it as he held it high. His men roamed and brandished their own swords. The band had caught up with them, and the trumpets and hautboys screamed death to the enemy while the kettledrums rumbled. There was nothing left to protect Charles d'Anjou now. There was not even time for the French leader to run. He seemed to know it. He had his sword out and he held up a white shield with a red cross. Urging the Arabian on, shouting the name of God, Daoud raced toward triumph. . . . He is the man whom Sophia Karaiannides, accomplished courtesan and mistress to a king, is to serve without reservation. The alliance has been struck. The adventure begins. . . .