The White Knight: Tirant Lo BlancMartorell, Joanot
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The White Knight: Tirant Lo Blanc
Martorell, Joanot
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Adventure stories; Knights and knighthood -- Fiction
"Now, my lord," said the hermit, "when you are outside in the
great hall, show a happy and very content face to the knights and
all the people, and speak to them very complacently. And when
you dine, eat well and enjoy yourself, and show much more
happiness than you ordinarily do, so that all those who have lost
hope will regain it. For a lord or a captain should never wear a
sad face, no matter how great an adversity there may be, so that
his people will not be discouraged. Have some Moorish garments
brought to me, and you shall see what I am going to do. When I
was on my way to the Holy Land of Jerusalem I stayed in
Alexandria, and in Beirut they taught me the Moorish tongue,
because I was there many days. In Beirut I learned to make
explosives of certain materials that delay six hours before they
ignite, but when they do, they could burn up the entire world,
and all the water in the world would not be able to extinguish
them, unless oil and pine resin is used."
"It is astonishing," said the king, "that they can only be
extinguished with oil or pine resin. I thought water would put
out any fire in the world."
"No, my lord," said the hermit. "If your grace will allow me to
go to the castle gate, I will bring you a special substance, and
with clear water or wine you will be able to light a torch."
"In faith," said the king, "I will take great pleasure in seeing
it."
The hermit immediately went to the castle gate since, when he
entered, he had seen quicklime there, and he picked up a little
sod and came back to the king. Then he took some water, and
throwing it on the quicklime he lighted it the way a straw lights
a candle.
The king said: "I would never have been able to believe such a
thing if I had not seen it with my own eyes. Now I am certain
there is nothing that men cannot do. I beg you, Reverend Father,
please tell me what we need to make the explosives."
"My lord," said the hermit, "I will go and buy it, because it is
much better to know if the materials are good, and I have made
them many times with my own hands. When they are made, Sire, I
will go to the Moors' camp alone, and put the explosives near the
king's tent. At the hour of midnight the explosives will ignite
and all the Moors will run there to put out the fire, and your
grace will be armed and waiting with all your men. When you see
the huge fire, attack them with all your forces, and your
lordship may be sure that ten thousand of your men will cause
confusion among one hundred thousand of theirs."
The hermit's words pleased the king, and he gave deep thanks for
his offer, and was very happy. He immediately gave orders that
everything the hermit had commanded should be carried out.
The hermit, who had left the king, soon returned with the things
they needed for the explosives, and he said to the king:
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