Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
today. He settled himself comfortably in his seat, and carefully put the helmet on, pulling it down firmly until it was properly seated. For a moment, Ahead of him, in serried array, with lances erect and pennons flying, Templars, who had taken the advance. Behind the Templars rode the mailed knights of Brittany and Anjou. These were followed by King Guy of He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his saddle. To his right, he could see the brilliant red-and-gold banner of the lion-hearted Richard of England— gules, in pale three lions passant guardant or . Behind the standard-bearer, his great war horse moving with a steady, measured pace, his coronet of gold on his steel helm gleaming in the glaring desert sun, the lions of England on his firm-held shield, was the King himself. Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight riding alongside him. Sir Gaeton de l'Arc-Tombé sat tall and straight in his saddle, his visor up, his blue eyes narrowed against the glare of the sun. Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. "They are not far off, Sir Gaeton. "Like the jackals they are," said Sir Gaeton. "They assail us from the "Is it fear, or are they merely gathering their forces?" "Both," said Sir Gaeton flatly. "They fear us, else they would not dally that Saladin has at hand more than enough to overcome us, were they all "Give them time. We must wait for their attack, sir knight. It were "We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman," Sir Gaeton growled. "It's this Hellish heat that is driving me mad." He pointed toward the eastern Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. "Perhaps 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than heat. Nor is your own blood too cool. True, I ride with your Normans and your English and your King Richard of the Lion's Heart, but I am a Gascon, and have sworn no fealty to him. But to side with the Duke of Burgundy against King Richard—" He gave a short, barking laugh. "I fear no man," he went on, "but if I had to fear one, it would be Richard Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. "My lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip to France in haste, leaving the rest of us to fight the Saracen for the "Richard of England has never been on the best of terms with Philip "No, and with good cause. But he allowed his anger against Philip to color his judgment when he spoke harshly against the Duke of Burgundy. The Duke is no coward, and Richard Plantagenet well knows it. As I said, "It was my duty." Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. "Could we have permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and of France has cost us dearly. Could we permit the desertion of Burgundy, too?" "You did what must be done in honor," the Gascon conceded, "but you have not gained the love of Richard by doing so." showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty sea came the sound of Saracen war cries and the clash of steel on steel The Negro troops of Saladin's Egyptian contingent were thundering down upon the rear! They clashed with the Hospitallers, slamming in like a the sword against armor, like the sound of a thousand hammers against a Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle. check. The King had said "Stand fast!" and this was no time to disobey the orders of Richard. were taking the brunt of the charge. They fought like madmen, but they The Master of the Hospitallers rode to the rear, to the King's standard, The voice of the Duke of Burgundy came to Sir Robert's ears. the King: "My lord, we are pressed on by the enemy and in danger of eternal infamy. We are losing our horses, one after the other!" "Good Master," said Richard, "it is you who must sustain their attack. The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and A voice very close to Sir Robert said: "Richard is right. If we go to "My lord the King," Sir Robert heard his voice say, "is right in all but will be no need for Saladin and his Turks to come down on our flank. And "Against the orders of the King?" After a moment's hesitation, Sir Gaeton couched his lance. "I'm with George and for England!" "St. George and England!" the Gascon echoed. Two great war horses began to move ponderously forward toward the battle Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of The Saracen, impaled on Sir Robert's lance, shot from the saddle as he died. His lighter armor had hardly impeded the incoming spear-point, and saber, taking advantage of Sir Robert's sagging lance. There was nothing else to do but drop the lance and draw his heavy The Egyptian's curved sword clanged against Sir Robert's helm, setting Behind him, Sir Robert heard further cries of "St. George and England!" Beauvais, who carried a great warhammer in order that he might not break Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy. battle rather than participating in it. Breathing heavily, Sir Robert sheathed his broadsword. before they can regroup, sir knight. We may have routed them completely." "Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end." "This is no time to worry about the future," said the Gascon. "Rest for Old Kings ." He put one end of the cigarette in his mouth and lit the other from the lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand. "Yes, sir," said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, " Old Kings are the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking pleasure." "There's no doubt about it, Old Kings any cigarette." "Nor I," agreed the Gascon. " Old Kings is the only real cigarette when man's work." work doesn't always allow you to enjoy the fine, rich tobaccos of Old Kings King Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed Saladin had expected him to hold fast! The fierce warrior-king of England, his mighty sword in hand, was Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his breastbone. Where was Sir Gaeton? Where were the others? Where was the red-and-gold banner of Richard? coronet! Richard! And the great king, in spite of his prowess was outnumbered heavily and would, within seconds, be cut down by the Saracen horde! Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him. He saw Richard go down, falling from the saddle of his charger, but by they had no time to attempt any further mischief to the King. They had over the inert body of the fallen king, hewing down the screaming enemy, but presently he heard the familiar cry of "For St. George and for England" behind him. The Norman and English troops were charging in, And then Richard was on his feet, cleaving the air about him with his boiling around the embattled pair, forcing the Turks into retreat. And for the second time, Sir Robert found himself with no one to fight. King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. "If it please God, I "Why? Commercial not good enough?" Old Kings , and, believe me, the real thing never tasted as good as that cigarette did in the commercial!"

<question>:
What is anachronistic within the battle between King Richard and Saladin?

<options>:
A The pack of Old Kings
B The horse saddle
C The broadsword
D The coronet

<answer>:

A