Two of the soldiers were made to go back with the body of the fallen coachman while the others proceeded on their path to the capital.
Harun and Jafar exchanged clothes before the prince settled down in his carriage, his storyteller sitting across from him, and by the look of it, he seemed to be slowly recovering from the shock of the attack.
The rest continued on horseback, only Masrur was walking on his feet, dragging behind him a bunch of tied-up thieves who followed in his tail meekly, none of them daring even to raise their eyes to look up, their heads hanging low in fear.
