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
This man arrived at nightfall, on a sorry mule, the self-same animal that
a few months before, under Peter the Hermit, had led greater hosts to
battle than Bucephalus under Alexander, and which had enjoyed such a
reputation for sanctity that even his very hairs were devoutly treasured
as relics. Now, jaded and dispirited, with drooping head and pendant ears,
the poor beast slowly paced his heavy way up to the gates of the castle.
His rider seemed no less bowed with grief and fatigue, and wearily
dismounting, he meekly waited among the servants, till summoned to the
presence of his mistress.
"You behold, noble lady," said he, "one of those individuals whose fate it
is to bring ruin upon every expedition in which he embarks."
"Miserable man," exclaimed Adela, "hast thou betrayed the army of the
Lord?"
"God forbid that I should have been guilty of so foul a deed," said the
pilgrim, devoutly crossing himself; "but the curse of Jonah rests upon me.
Evil was the day when, impoverished by the wars of Duke Robert, I
plundered the sacred vessels of a church, and melted and sold them, to
obtain food for my starving family. The crime lay heavy on my conscience,
and to expiate its guilt I joined the band of the Hermit. But my sinful
love for my children prevailed over my devotion, and Satan tempted me with
the thought, that were they permitted to accompany me, they at least might
win the crown of martyrdom, though their father should suffer the
punishment of his sins. With much difficulty and labor, we scraped
together means to purchase a yoke of oxen and a cart, and the charity of
my noble countess (heaven reward thee) provided raiment for my poor old
father and helpless infants. Heaven pardon me, but my wicked heart was
inflated with pride, as seating my precious ones in the vehicle, I walked
by their side; and pleased was I as we reached any town or city, to hear
the little ones inquire, if that were Jerusalem. Fool that I was not to
remember the Saviour's words, 'He that forsaketh not all that he hath,
cannot be my disciple.' There were many who, falling into the same error,
cumbered the train with useless baggage, and many feeble and sick, both
men and women, caused that our route was tedious and slow. The heat of
summer came on, and the weariness of the way seemed to increase. My
children forgot their innocent prattle, and stretched their tender limbs
upon the floor of the cart. The old man, my father, slept, and we could
not wake him; and my wife gave me the infant from her breast--it was
dead--and we buried them by the wayside. This was the beginning of
sorrows. But the _horrors_ of my crime flashed upon me, when certain sons
of Belial among our company, set fire to the houses, and commenced to
plunder the people through whose villages we passed. The inhabitants armed
against us, and I shudder to describe the bloody scenes which followed.
Enraged at the wanton attack, they rushed out upon us, fell upon the rear
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