Heroines of the CrusadesBloss, C. A. (Celestia Angenette)
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Heroines of the Crusades
Bloss, C. A. (Celestia Angenette)
Crusades; Crusades -- Biography; Women -- Biography
The forebodings of Elsiebede did not increase her equanimity. "It is all
the work of the fatal ring," said the superstitious maiden. "Did I not
tell thee it would thwart his dearest wish?" Berengaria could reply only
by her tears. Other circumstances made her apprehensive concerning the
fate of the expedition. The Emperor Frederic Barbarossa was among the
first of those whose grief arose to indignation at the fall of Jerusalem.
He wrote letters to Saladin demanding restitution of the city, and
threatening vengeance in the event of non-compliance. The courteous
Infidel replied, that if the Christians would give up to him Tyre, Tripoli
and Antioch, he would restore to them the piece of wood taken at the
battle of Tiberias, and permit the people of the west to visit Jerusalem
as pilgrims. The chivalry of Germany were exasperated at this haughty
reply, and the emperor, though advanced in age, with his son the Duke of
Suabia, the Dukes of Austria and Moravia, sixty-eight temporal and
spiritual lords, and innumerable hosts of crusaders, drawn out of every
class, from honorable knighthood down to meanest vassalage, set out from
Ratisbon for the East. The virtuous Barbarossa conducted the march with
prudence and humanity. Avoiding as much as possible the territories of the
timid and treacherous Greek Emperor, Isaac Angelus, he crossed the
Hellespont, passed through Asia Minor, defeated the Turks in a general
engagement at Iconium, and reached the Taurus Ridge, having accomplished
the difficult journey with more honor and dignity and success than had
fallen to the lot of any previous crusaders.
When the army approached the river Cydnus, the gallant Frederic, emulating
the example of Alexander, desired to bathe in its waters. His attendants
sought to dissuade him, declaring that the place had been marked by a
fatality from ancient times; and to give weight to their arguments,
pointed to this inscription upon an adjacent rock, "Here the greatest of
men shall perish." But the humility of the monarch prevented his listening
to their counsels. The icy coldness of the stream chilled the feeble
current in his aged veins, and the strong arms that had for so many years
buffeted the adverse waves of fortune, were now powerless to redeem him
from the eddying tide. He was drawn out by the attendants, but the spark
of life had become extinct.
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