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
"On my setting out for the holy wars, I placed the heirloom in my
_aumonière_, and had nearly forgotten its existence, when a startling
circumstance recalled it to memory. My plan for the redemption of
Palestine (for I have not been without ambition) was the organization of
troops collected from the mixed races which are now an important part of
the population. I was warned at the outset that tribute would be demanded
by the chief of the assassins, but I steadily resisted every tax-gatherer
who presented his claims, till I awoke one morning in my tent, surrounded
by my faithful guard, and found a dagger stuck in the ground not two
fingers' breadth from my head. I examined the inscription upon the weapon
and found it the same with that upon the scroll, and forthwith determined
to form the acquaintance of this rival chief. He respected my passport and
showed me the wonders of his habitation, which heaven grant I may never
see again. So perfect is the discipline of his followers, so invincible
their faith, that every word of their chief is a law. He led me up a lofty
tower, at each battlement of which stood two Fedavis. At a sign from him,
two of these devotees flung themselves from the tower, breaking their
bones, and scattering their brains upon the rock below. 'If you wish it,'
said the chief, 'all these men shall do the same.' But I had seen enough,
and I resolved from that hour never to tempt the enmity of the Old Man of
the Mountain.
"I have ransomed yon traitor, at heavy cost, for I would that Edward
should know and punish his baseness. You are now beyond the reach of
danger. I may not enter Acre--the reasons shall be told ere long.
Farewell, my daughter, sweet image of thy sainted mother; guard my secret
safely till we meet again. Adieu."
He dashed the rowels into his steed, and was soon lost among the hills.
CHAPTER VII.
Meantime the palace of Acre had been witness of a fearful scene. Since the
fall of Nazareth the Emir of Joppa had opened negotiations with Edward,
professing a desire to become a christian convert. So eager was the king
for this happy consummation that he cherished the deceitful hope, held out
by the Infidel, and granted him every opportunity for gaining information
concerning the tenets and practices of the church.
Letters and messages frequently passed between them, and so accustomed had
the English guards become to the brown haick and green turban of the
swarthy Mohammedan, who carried the despatches, that they gave him free
ingress to the city and admitted him to the palace, and even ushered him
into the king's ante-chamber almost without question or suspicion.
The day had been unusually sultry, even for the Syrian climate. The heat
of the atmosphere somewhat aggravated the symptoms of the disease from
which Edward was slowly recovering, and Eleanora had passed many weary
hours in vain endeavors to soothe his restlessness and induce repose.
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