Spears of destiny : $b A story of the first capture of ConstantinopleSmith, Arthur D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden)
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Spears of destiny : $b A story of the first capture of Constantinople
Smith, Arthur D. Howden (Arthur Douglas Howden)
Crusades -- Fourth, 1202-1204 -- Fiction; Istanbul (Turkey) -- History -- Siege, 1203-1204 -- Fiction
Previous Crusades had enlisted larger armies, but in none had the
organisation been so precise. Each lord and baron, in accordance
with his degree, had made himself the captain of a company of
men-at-arms and foot-sergeants who owned his leadership. The lesser
barons, in turn, were leagued under the great lords of their
localities, and these, likewise, ranged themselves under one or
another of the princes at the head of the host, the Marquis Boniface
de Montferrat, who had been elected general of the Crusade; Count
Baldwin of Flanders and Hainault, Count Louis of Blois, Count Walter
de Brienne, Count Hugh de St. Paul, Count Simon de Montfort or Count
Bertrand von Katzenelenbogen who led the German Crusaders.
In this task of organisation Villehardouin had played the principal
part. Indeed, no other man had borne so considerable a share of the
burden of planning the details of mobilising and moving the Crusaders
from widely-scattered countries across Europe and the Mediterranean,
and now that his dream was approaching fulfilment he was happy as a
lad.
"Ah, lordling, little may you guess the toils and anxieties which
have been my lot," he said to Hugh, as they rode with the immense
white skyline of the Alps before them. "Two and a half years have I
laboured since my late lord, the Count Thibaut--God rest his
soul!--and his cousin, the Count of Blois, took the cross at the
tournament at Ecri and so set an example to all hardy Christians.
Many a night have I lain sleepless, fearing the Crusade would never
start; but always God hath stepped down and helped us when human aid
was not.
"'Tis now more than a year gone since I treated with the Venetians to
carry us over-sea, and there were times then when it seemed
impossible we could come to terms. But the worst blow ever was
struck at me was when I journeyed home, with fair terms gained, to
find my lord, Count Thibaut, dying. Never lived there gentler
knight! The barons had picked him for their leader, and when he died
we were like children without a father.
"Time pressed, and none would fill his place. Duke Odo of Burgundy
and Count Thibaut of Bar-le-duc refused. My heart weakened. I lost
faith. But as a last resort we sent messages to the Marquis Boniface
de Montferrat, begging him to lead us, and at a parliament held at
Soissons he gave his consent. Ah, Messer Hugh, I cannot speak of our
joy, for we knew him for a lord, bold and fearless and a right trusty
knight."
"Well may you say so, Lord Marshal," agreed Matteo, who rode at
Villehardouin's other bridle-rein. "There is no better general in
all the world than the Marquis. He hath battled in the Holy Land and
couched his spear against Saladin himself. The blood of Crusaders
runs in his veins. And he hath a ready ear for knightly tales or
polished chansons. Greeks and Saracens both he knoweth well."
"A good lord to follow in a good cause," added Hugh.
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