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
she admitted her young disciple, and in this retreat, with missionary
zeal, commenced her efforts for the conversion of the Mussulman. It was
some time before the European and Asiatic succeeded in coming to a perfect
understanding; for though Saladin was tolerably well versed in the Lingua
Franca, his vocabulary comprehended little else than those terms used in
common intercourse or war. Whether the philosophers of that day had taught
that though some languages may be deficient in expressions of abstract
ideas, all are replete in the dialect of love, certain it is, that both
teacher and pupil became aware of the fact in their own particular case.
But it was no part of Eleanor's religious plan to entangle herself in a
mesalliance, and when the fascinated Emir began to stammer forth his
admiration, she playfully told him she could understand love only in the
Provençal tongue. The Saracen took his departure, and though she watched
anxiously for the arrow tipped with the eagle feather, by which he was
wont to announce his coming, she saw him not again for twenty days. When
the long-wished-for token at length appeared, and the handsome youth in
his crimson robe and green baldric stood again before her, his face
radiant with joy, and his dark eyes sparkling with delight; when she heard
him pour forth his eloquent passion in the loved Provençal, with all the
fluency and ease of a native, she almost fancied a miracle had been
wrought, and felt convinced that not to lead such talents to the bosom of
the church would be a grievous sin. The Saracen soon persuaded her that
love for her alone had endowed him with supernatural powers, and the
delicate flattery determined her to exercise to the fullest extent the
influence that could produce such wonderful effects. The young Emir belted
his tunic with a silken girdle several yards in length. Upon this ribbon
Eleanor, still intent upon her design, embroidered a cross which the youth
accepted with his accustomed gallantry, saying, "I worship the Divinity it
represents." The next day he brought her a casket of diamonds, and an
ivory box filled with the sweetest perfumes. As he reclined at her feet
she opened the box, and twining his raven hair about her fingers poured
the precious liquid upon his head.
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