Whether his opponent had been able to understand his plea or not, suddenly the naked white warrior took his hands from him and allowed Aasim to stand upright. It was completely evident he now was fully indebted to this superior enemy, who granted him his life. At this very moment he no longer was worthy to be a guard in the service of the great Emir, who would surely have him expelled or killed because of his shameful defeat. Impulsively Aasim bowed his head to the stranger and removed all of his armor, which now belonged to the rightful victor of this fight, as was the habit since ancient times.
After laying down his helmet, even before removing his cuirass, he felt the obligation to remove his sandals and pull down his trousers to offer his own naked body to this fierce warrior now standing opposite him in great silence. Aasim wasn’t used to undress like this, being closely watched by another man. For a moment he remembered how he had to undress to be inspected by the captain of the guards, whether he had any diseases or physical defects. As a boy he had been bullied by his peers because of the size of his manhood, especially if they were playing a game in the hamam who was able to produce milk first by pulling their penises simultaneously. Without daring to look him in the eye, he heard the white warrior give him an instruction, as if he could read his mind, and demanding to unveil his privates.