The Egyptians had defeated the infidel. Not by force of arms but through cunning. The large invading army of Crusaders had attack up through the lowlands of the Nile Valley. Opening the reservoirs they were flooded out.

For her part Atima did not care for the infidels, even though she was Coptic Christian. She felt no kinship with the Franks and agreed with the Muslims that they were dirty, violent and uncultured. Still she had a job to do and was if not accepted at least tolerated by the Muslims.

The Egyptians had captured over five hundred of the Crusaders. None of them were Knights Templar as they and their sergeants and archers fought to the death. Being a most gracious individual the Caliph offered the prisoners a choice of converting. Those that refused to accept Islam were immediately beheaded. Those that did accept conversion were sent to Atima for her special talents.

She checked her preparations, her fine Damascus Steel Knife was sharp, she had a good supply of straws and nearby was a bucket container tar and a brush. The first of the captives was brought in by two large guards. The guards stretched the boy out on the table and tied him spread eagled.

Atima was fascinated by the boys blond hair. He would be very popular in the place he would be sent if he survived her hands. The guards pulled up his tunic, exposing his genitals.

Stepping forward Atima smiled sweetly at the boy, this seemed to reassure him until her hands grabbed his sack and she quickly sliced it off. He screamed a high hollow scream, as she casually tossed his sack into a charcoal brazier. Grapping his penis she sliced that away and he passed out. Quickly inserting a straw into him so he could pee, she swabbed the area with tar.

The guards picked up the boy and made way for the next prisoner to receive Atima’s care. Atima hid the bloody knife behind her back and smiled sweetly at the at the next prisoner as he was tied to the table.