Sabır (Patience) - Kurulus Osman

Chapter 20

Bamsi Bey, Bala Hatun and the Alps with Bamsi sliced through the Mongols then stood in front of the marquee with their swords held high, anger written all over their faces.

"Tell your alps to stop," Balgay ordered Dundar as Kongar and Ceyda used their captives to hold back the believers.

"Kayi's! Does it suit you to stay silent?" Samsa Cavus spoke up.

"Ready your weapons!" Abdurrahman Ghazi joined.

"It doesn't suit us to be a mute devil!" Samsa yelled, glaring at Dundar.

Everyone held their breath and watched Dundar, waiting anxiously for his words. "Alps!" Dundar yelled and everyone went silent. "It's time for Shahadah! Allahu Akbar!" At this, Balgay grabbed Dundar and put his sword on his throat while Kongar and Ceyda pointed their swords at the people to hold them back. Hope filled the hearts of the Kayis and they all shouted, "Allah-u-Akbar!" as Bamsi, Bala, and Ayaz Alp walked towards Balgay.

All of a sudden, someone rode into the tribe. Everyone gazed at the entrance of the tribe and as the Kayis laughed with joy and thanked their Lord to see Osman Bey coming, Balgay and the Mongols spat in fury.

Osman stopped at the front of the marquee and raised his fist to quiet the people. He then examined the area and shouted, "Balgay!"

Balgay laughed, "Welcome to the hell of Balgay, Osman. I came here to clean the camp of Turks."

Kongar smirked, and Ceyda forced one. She knew the rider. That name. "Osman...." she whispered. Fortunately, no one heard her as all eyes and ears were on Osman and Balgay.

"You and your soldiers! Stop the tyranny."

Balgay scoffed, "When I look at you... Do you know what I see? A carcass that is killed with my weapons and thrown to the ravens."

Osman smirked. "You are seeing yourself in the mirror, Balgay."

"I offered you to be the margrave. You declined. I said that I was going to kill you. The spoken word in the past is coming back. I can't take back what I said, Osman Bey. You're a dead man."

Kongar nodded and looked at Ceyda. She was not even paying attention to what was going on. She was examining the sword she held and cleaned off the dirt on the blade, her fingers a little bloody from touching the sharp edge. Kongar mentally facepalmed and pulled her hand away from the blade. "Stop that," he hissed.

Ceyda pushed away his hand and continued. "It's dirty."

"So, grab a cloth. Don't clean it with your hand," he whisper-yelled as Osman and Balgay continued arguing.

"I don't have a cloth," she shot back through gritted teeth.

Kongar sighed in exasperation. "Just leave it. It's supposed to be a little dirty anyway."

"No, it bothers me. Ah," she winced as the blade cut her finger.

Kongar shook his head and pulled her hand away from the blade. "I told you."

Ceyda sighed. "Do you have a cloth?"

"You're still-"