On his boat sailing in the calm but still dangerous waters of the Mediterranean Sea, Alar was thinking on how he could inflict a blow to his enemies, one that could bring their morale down and perhaps even force them to lay down their arms. So he called his most trusted servant, Saluf:

QUOTE:
Saluf, I want you to find your most capable and loyal assassin and bring him to me now!

Soon afterward Saluf came with a man no taller than Alar, but yet with dark, piercing eyes and a cold figure. He was an expert in disguise, in handling daggers, the Sarazinian Saber and naturally, bows. He also identified himself as Badr al Din.

QUOTE:
Badr, I am going to cut your tongue. If you shall waste even a single tear, than I will kill you myself. If you will not, than I am going to give you our finest weapons and you will go and assassinate the Grand Master of the Order of the Temple for me. If you fail, than you will cut your own throat. If you should get caught before you are able to cut your throat, than you will not be able to tell anything to our enemies because you won't have a tongue.

You will carry absolutely anything that could tell our enemies that it is I who has sent you. Otherwise you may use whatever disguise you wish and you may act according to your own judgment.

He than took the knife, grabbed Badr's tongue and cut it with a single move. The man shed no tears, nor was there any sign on his face that he was in any pain. Such a man could surely overcome any obstacle.

QUOTE:
Well Badr, it seems you are indeed the man Saluf says you are. You have your mission, now go, go with Allah!

As soon as the two men left his cabin, the Sultan decided to go on the deck and take a good mouth of fresh air...