Back in the tent of Sultan Orhan which is already shifted to the interior ruins of Izmit.
A trial is going on.
Antonius, Abraham with the rest of the crew on the left, still with blood stains on their armours and faces. The chieftain who attacked them kneeling down in the center, hands tied behind his back, and his men on the right, with their Sultan Orhan seated right on the top with a stern face and a pair of eyes that feels like spitting fire burning this chieftain to ashes at any moment.
"That is the entire story, Orhan." Antonius explained the entire thing to the Sultan. "I hope that you shall give me and my men justice at the end of the day."
"Of course, of course, my friend." Orhan hurriedly stood up apologizing for the fault of his subordinate. "May Allah bless your poor innocent young boys, my deepest condolences to all those lives lost, and I assure you that I will give you a satisfied judgement."