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
With firm, confident steps, Dandolo passed from the Palace entrance
to the throne which had been prepared for him. Instinctively, as he
was seated, the crowd in the Square of St. Mark pressed closer, and
the guards gave way to the people, so that all might be within
earshot of the council which was to be held. Hugh and Matteo were
driven forward with the crowd, and when the confusion was adjusted,
as the Doge began to speak, found themselves parted from the
Crusaders and wedged amongst the inner circle of patricians.
"God's blessing and St. Mark's on all of you, good people," began the
Doge in a clear sonorous voice which carried across the Square almost
to where the gondoliers squatted by the poles to which their craft
were fastened. "You know that we are gathered here to welcome to
Venice the lords and barons of the Crusading host who are come to us,
in accordance with the agreement made by them with the Republic, to
secure their passage to Outremer that they may battle for Christ's
Sepulchre. What say you, lords? Do you meet your bargain?"
Villehardouin stepped forth from the ranks of the mailed knights.
"Be it known to you, Lord Doge," he answered, "that we, whom you
behold, are come in accordance with our bond, delivered and sealed.
But certain of our brethren whose words are less sacred, have chosen
to depart for Outremer by other means, and we may not muster the
number we fixed upon."
"But you can satisfy us for the sum pledged for your transport?"
questioned the Doge coldly.
"Not so, Lord Doge." Villehardouin flushed. "We have taken stock
amongst us, and by pledging each his plate and the last penny in his
purse we are short 34,000 marks of the 85,000 promised to your
people."
Dandolo leaned his chin on his hand, and looked across the sea of
heads below him, out over the lagoons toward the Adriatic. He
pondered a moment.
"The bargain we made was this," he propounded slowly. "We promised
to build transports to carry 4,500 horses and 9,000 squires and ships
for 4,500 knights and 20,000 sergeants of foot. You promised us to
supply these numbers of passengers, and to pay us for them at the
rate of four marks for each horse and two marks for each man, or
85,000 silver marks of Cologne standard. And furthermore we agreed
to provide food for nine months for man and horse, and to transport
you to the land of Babylon or wherever else you sought to go in
Outremer, and for the love of God we agreed further to add to the
fleet fifty armed galleys, on condition that so long as we acted in
company, of all conquests on land or sea, one-half should go to us."
He paused.
"Lords, we have fulfilled our part of the agreement. The vessels and
the stores lie awaiting you. We have builded as never even Venice
built ships before. In the Arsenal and out by the Lido are moored
the fifty galleys, with 70 store ships, 120 palendars and 240
transports. What say you to this?"
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