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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: God Wills It! - A Tale of the First Crusade. - -Author: William Stearns Davis - -Illustrator: Louis Betts - -Release Date: December 4, 2012 [EBook #41549] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GOD WILLS IT! *** - - - - -Produced by sp1nd and the Online Distributed Proofreading -Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from -images generously made available by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 41549 ***</div> <div class="figcenter bord" style="width: 406px;"> <img id="coverpage" src="images/coverpage.jpg" width="406" height="600" alt="cover" title="cover" /> @@ -283,7 +243,7 @@ images generously made available by The Internet Archive) <p class="center spaced space-above">BY</p> <h2>WILLIAM STEARNS DAVIS</h2> -<p class="center">AUTHOR OF "A FRIEND OF CÆSAR"</p> +<p class="center">AUTHOR OF "A FRIEND OF CÆSAR"</p> <p class="center spaced space-above">WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY LOUIS BETTS </p> @@ -540,7 +500,7 @@ than royal in that wan face; for before them lay the "Servant of the Servants of God." They looked upon Gregory VII, christened Hildebrand, heir of St. Peter, Vicar of Christ, before whom the imperial successor of Charlemagne -and Cæsar had knelt as suppliant and vassal. The +and Cæsar had knelt as suppliant and vassal. The silence was again waxing long.</p> <p>"Dear children," said the dying Pope, "have you no @@ -850,7 +810,7 @@ sin, whose half-paynim army spared neither nun nor matron in its violence when it sacked, and led thousands of Roman captives to endless bondage in Calabria. Where then your anathemas? You cared more for humiliating -Cæsar than for removing the humiliation of Christ. Therefore +Cæsar than for removing the humiliation of Christ. Therefore I reproach."</p> <p>There were great beads of sweat on the Pope's forehead; @@ -1411,7 +1371,7 @@ The good Baron was snorting and dancing for the fray as if it had been his first battle; or as if he were what the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">jongleurs</i> said of Charlemagne, "two hundred years old, scarred by a hundred fields, yet the last to weary of the -mêlée."</p> +mêlée."</p> <p>Good Lady Margaret stood by the gate as the troops rode out, after her son and husband had kissed her. Dear @@ -1711,7 +1671,7 @@ escape; for the Normans nipped several, whom they tugged away, strapped to the saddle-bows, after having searched them for jewels down to their shoes.</p> -<p>Richard looked about him. The lady, agile as a <i>fée</i>, +<p>Richard looked about him. The lady, agile as a <i>fée</i>, had alighted, and was standing, clinging with both hands to an orange tree, panting for breath,—as did all. The Spaniard had dismounted also, and stood leaning against @@ -1919,7 +1879,7 @@ who had already left her pillion, hastened to say:—</p> <p>"This, my father, is that brave Frankish nobleman to whom we owe so much," and then to Longsword: "And -this is my father, the Cæsar Manuel Kurkuas, late of +this is my father, the Cæsar Manuel Kurkuas, late of Constantinople, but who now is exile, and travelling to Palermo."</p> @@ -2041,7 +2001,7 @@ cellars, to empty.</p> <p>The Baron had placed the bishop at his right hand at the head of the long table, on his left the Greek -Cæsar. But a little lower sat Richard, and beside him +Cæsar. But a little lower sat Richard, and beside him Musa and Mary Kurkuas; and while they were busy over the trenchers talk flew fast, and these in brief were the stories they told one another.</p> @@ -2080,7 +2040,7 @@ down a goodly seigneury to his firstborn.</p> <p>Thus Richard told his father's story, and Mary related more briefly how her father—and she proudly recounted -his titles—was the "preëminently august" Cæsar Manuel +his titles—was the "preëminently august" Cæsar Manuel Kurkuas; whose family was of the most noble and wealthy of the whole imperial city. He had been a great warrior in his day, until a crippling wound in the Patzinak war had @@ -2135,7 +2095,7 @@ For the first time in his life Richard Longsword felt a strange intoxication stealing over him. Not the wine—he had not drained a beaker. Up at the head of the table the Baron and the bishop were matching bumpers, and the -former, between his draughts, was trying to tell Cæsar +former, between his draughts, was trying to tell Cæsar Manuel some tale of the Durazzo campaign in which they had both fought, though on opposing sides. At the foot of the table the Norman men-at-arms were splashing their @@ -2250,9 +2210,9 @@ merry: "St. Basil, make them deaf; they all look at us! What have we been doing!"</p> <p>Richard started, as from a dream: father, mother, -bishop, the Cæsar, were all looking upon them. The Lady +bishop, the Cæsar, were all looking upon them. The Lady Margaret was turning a warning face upon Richard, but -the Cæsar addressed his daughter austerely. "My child, +the Cæsar addressed his daughter austerely. "My child, these noble Franks and your valiant rescuer will take away strange tales of your conduct at this feast. Believe me, kind lords, my daughter is commonly less bold and unmaidenly @@ -2271,7 +2231,7 @@ Berbers snatch me off again! But give no blame to my Lord Richard, for it was I that began, led on, and made the fire tenfold hotter."</p> -<p>Cæsar Manuel hobbled to his feet.</p> +<p>Cæsar Manuel hobbled to his feet.</p> <p>"I do not blame my Lord Richard," said he, curtly; "I only fear lest closer knowledge make him repent your @@ -2286,7 +2246,7 @@ deliberately allowed Richard to bend and kiss her hand, courtesied before the Baron and his lady, knelt while the half-tipsy bishop hiccoughed out a benediction. Stately as a queen, she drew herself up, but her last shaft was -darted at the Cæsar. "Dear father, are you not sorry I +darted at the Cæsar. "Dear father, are you not sorry I am so little contrite?" then to Richard, "And you, my lord, do not forget we go to Palermo!" There was a rustle of her dress; Manuel limped after; three serving-varlets @@ -2394,7 +2354,7 @@ found the bottom of his last flagon. Yet early the next morning, none was more nimble and jovial than he. The Greeks did not come down to the great hall; they were fatigued, said Sylvana the old servant who had adjured -Richard to rescue them during the fight. The Cæsar's +Richard to rescue them during the fight. The Cæsar's wound was paining him, and he required the care of his daughter. So it was noon before Richard set eyes again on the princess, as she came into the bailey with her @@ -2403,7 +2363,7 @@ was impatient to be away. What with the clamor of the foot-boys and grooms, and the neighing of impatient steeds, there was little chance for ceremonious leave-taking. The bishop had thanks and blessings for his rescuers and -hosts. The Cæsar gave a few courtly phrases of gratitude; +hosts. The Cæsar gave a few courtly phrases of gratitude; his daughter bestowed on Lady Margaret and Eleanor each a hearty kiss, and for Richard, one smile from her bright eyes, and the words, "Fail not to wait on @@ -2548,7 +2508,7 @@ a token of your tolerance and reverence?"</p> <p>Musa shrugged his shoulders.</p> -<p>"<em>Mâshallah!</em> Those Seljouks at Jerusalem are but barbarians. +<p>"<em>Mâshallah!</em> Those Seljouks at Jerusalem are but barbarians. We Arabs love them a little less than we do most Christians!"</p> @@ -2580,10 +2540,10 @@ to Manuel, and say, "Sir, give me your daughter!"</p> who had been Richard's confidant since earliest boyhood; "I have little liking for cat-hearted Greeks who spit, not bite. And I fear the Emperor has snapped up all the -exiled Cæsar's estates."</p> +exiled Cæsar's estates."</p> <p>"No," was his answer; "I hear that through Venetian -merchants, Cæsar Manuel saved much ready money. +merchants, Cæsar Manuel saved much ready money. But"—and Richard's voice rose high—"were she mine with only our old Norman dower,—a chaplet of roses and a mother's kiss,—by St. Michael, I swear I would take @@ -2594,7 +2554,7 @@ merry passion. Well, go your way, and the Holy Mother favor you!"</p> <p>The Baron consented half reluctantly to his son's desires. -He did not love most Greeks; but Cæsar Manuel had been +He did not love most Greeks; but Cæsar Manuel had been a brave cavalier, and had saved the wreck of his great fortune; and the Baron was too fond of his eldest to refuse him anything in reason. Only, before starting, he gave @@ -2653,7 +2613,7 @@ all smiles and flowery compliments to his nephew's preserver, and cried out when Richard made to go to the castle. On the next day a messenger came for the Norman, with words that made his sun shine very bright and -the sea-breeze sweet as nard of Araby—Cæsar Manuel +the sea-breeze sweet as nard of Araby—Cæsar Manuel Kurkuas begged Richard to wait on him at the "Palace of the Diadem," which lay without the city by Monreale.</p> @@ -2674,7 +2634,7 @@ Byzantines and Pisans had menaced the capital and ravaged its emerald vega. Now at last the Norman had come to conquer, and remained as lord; so that the owners of the palace had long sought purchaser. Then the Greek -Cæsar came, an exile, but with a good store of bezants +Cæsar came, an exile, but with a good store of bezants held in trust by Venetian merchants, and the palace had passed into his hands. It lay on the first slopes of the hills rising back of Monreale, close by the Norman count's @@ -2699,10 +2659,10 @@ and rose-water, and frankincense, what effort to lie through the round year, and hear the fountains plash their music, and dream of love, joy, and the kiss of the houris?</p> -<p>Here dwelt the Cæsar and his daughter. Not alone; +<p>Here dwelt the Cæsar and his daughter. Not alone; thither came all Palermo, from Count Roger downward. True, Manuel was in exile, but there were many roads back -to Alexius's favor, and once regained, the Cæsar's friendship +to Alexius's favor, and once regained, the Cæsar's friendship was worth the winning. And as for the princess, all the young knights quarrelled in secret for the chance to offer her holy water at church, or to ride in Countess Adelaide's @@ -2719,13 +2679,13 @@ stoutest lance in Sicily.</p> creed and dark skin, was all gallantry to the Christian ladies) had ridden to Monreale to pay their <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">devoirs</i> to the princess on the selfsame day Richard and his friend rode -thither also. The Cæsar affected something of his native +thither also. The Cæsar affected something of his native state at Monreale; he met his guests in a marble court, where a gilded swan was pouring tinkling water from its curving throat; and scattered about the alabaster basin, in the mild half-light, lay rug-covered divans, gay carpets, and a great cushioned armchair for the aged Greek. The -Cæsar wore the insignia of his rank,—buskins of green +Cæsar wore the insignia of his rank,—buskins of green leather, and a gem-set, open cap, whence dangled a long lappet of pearls over either cheek. And his daughter, too, was another and far statelier lady than she whom Richard @@ -2743,7 +2703,7 @@ professed himself her slave, and conjured heaven, since she still remained so cold, to take away his life, that he might no more suffer. At this poem Mary professed herself delighted; for she was long past blushing at lip service. -Then Iftikhar, swelling with jealousy, matched the Provençal +Then Iftikhar, swelling with jealousy, matched the Provençal with his Arabic, which Mary, like any cosmopolitan Byzantine, understood well; he sang how all the black-eyed maids of Paradise burned in jealousy of the Greek, @@ -2766,7 +2726,7 @@ limb, fair-haired, handsome, save for a certain smile more arrogant than affable. His beard was trimmed to a little beak, his hair carefully shaven across his forehead, as the fashion was; and he wore his native high black boots, the -bane of all Provençal-hating Normans. On the gold plates +bane of all Provençal-hating Normans. On the gold plates of his sword-belt were jewel-set rosettes, and despite the heat of the day he did not disdain to show a mantle lined with rare sable,—no poor cavalier's dress.</p> @@ -2805,7 +2765,7 @@ the saints had given glory to the former. So the knight frowned in his turn, and shot back:—</p> <p>"Yet, I think, good squire, that you are Norman rather -than Provençal. No gentleman of the South Country preserves +than Provençal. No gentleman of the South Country preserves that worthy old custom, whereby the father hands down his festival clothes to the son through three, and here, I imagine, four generations."</p> @@ -2814,7 +2774,7 @@ here, I imagine, four generations."</p> in his anger.</p> <p>"You are wrong, Sir Louis," quoth he, very softly; -"my bleaunt is new, though I have no Provençal tailor; +"my bleaunt is new, though I have no Provençal tailor; for I remembered the saying of certain holy churchmen: 'He who dresses after the godless fashion of the men of the Languedoc, puts in peril his soul.'"</p> @@ -2847,13 +2807,13 @@ troubadour.</p> <p>"Louis de Valmont," answered Longsword, haughtily, "I am no clerk in your 'courts of love,' whereof you -Provençals boast so often. When I will praise man or +Provençals boast so often. When I will praise man or maid, I find blunt speech good enough, if they have wit to hear. When I have difference with any gentleman, I have a good horse and a good sword—and let St. Maurice judge between us."</p> -<p>"By St. Martin," cried the Provençal, bursting into a +<p>"By St. Martin," cried the Provençal, bursting into a laugh, "hear you this, my Lord Iftikhar! Our excellent Norman, when I speak of a contest of <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">cansos</i>, at once talks of hauberks and lances."</p> @@ -2877,7 +2837,7 @@ the answer, "and with King Alfonso, and Cid Campeador."</p> "None better, Christian or Moslem, so far as knightly courtesy is known."</p> -<p>"You say well," asserted the Provençal; "they are +<p>"You say well," asserted the Provençal; "they are splendid knights. By the Cross," he added deprecatingly, "I count myself no poor lance, with St. Martin's help; but in Spain every cavalier was nigh my @@ -2958,14 +2918,14 @@ from the Scottish Marches to our Sicily none knightlier. But," and his eye kindled, "with God's help, when in my turn I win stroke of the accolade, they shall say of Richard Longsword that he was more than mere jouster or -troubadour; for I am no soft Provençal like De Valmont. +troubadour; for I am no soft Provençal like De Valmont. My ancestors snuffed the bleak north wind, and laughed at the cold and storm. I hold that the belted knight is consecrated priest: standing in the world, should behold its sin and violence, and keep his own heart pure, should lay low the wicked, and lift up the weak; for God has set him apart to pray, not with his lips, but with his good sword; -and he should ride to each <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i> as to a sacrament."</p> +and he should ride to each <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i> as to a sacrament."</p> <p>"Verily," cried she, smiling; "it is you that are now the poet!"</p> @@ -3000,7 +2960,7 @@ up against the vaulting, throwing the mazy mosaic work into flickering shadow. The tinkle, tinkle of the fountain never ceased. They could hear the note of the nightingales from the grove, sweet, tremulous, melancholy. The servants set -a tray before the Cæsar with silver cups, and fruit, and +a tray before the Cæsar with silver cups, and fruit, and cakes, salaamed and retired. Then the fountain and the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">bulbuls</i> alone broke the evening calm. Presently the old Greek raised his head.</p> @@ -3010,7 +2970,7 @@ Greek raised his head.</p> <p>"Yes, there is a sleeping powder in your wine. Will you drink?"</p> -<p>"Not yet," said the Cæsar, still musing; then half stirring: +<p>"Not yet," said the Cæsar, still musing; then half stirring: "Ah! my daughter, do you remember where we were one year ago this night?"</p> @@ -3043,7 +3003,7 @@ old."</p> <p>More silence save for the bulbuls and the fountain.</p> -<p>"Daughter mine," replied the Cæsar, "you say well. +<p>"Daughter mine," replied the Cæsar, "you say well. We have fought a good fight,—we of the Rome by the Bosphorus: we have flung back Avar and Arab. The Turks press hard, yet we may hold them at bay a little @@ -3072,7 +3032,7 @@ Shall I receive <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">cansos</i> when my hair is gray, or m face wrinkled? If I wish soft manners, let it be one of the eunuch-courtiers about the Emperor's palace."</p> -<p>The Cæsar laughed softly. "You have seen this Richard +<p>The Cæsar laughed softly. "You have seen this Richard but little; he saved us both; we owe him all gratitude. He shall come often. I am a shrewd judge of men, and read their faces. His I like well. Just now he thinks @@ -3098,7 +3058,7 @@ answer.</p> <p>"Now let me sup and go to rest; and while I drink, take your lute and sing. Not from the choruses of -Æschylus; nor Pindar nor Anacreon: sing me Proclus's +Æschylus; nor Pindar nor Anacreon: sing me Proclus's hymn to the Muses, the last pagan poem in our Greek, which is worthy to stand beside our best; and the burden of the hymn, too, fits with my mood to-night."</p> @@ -3156,7 +3116,7 @@ brought him clear of the city, and he was speeding past the straggling Saracen village that stretched far up the hills to Baidha, the canter of two riders going at a mad pace thundered behind him, and he saw Louis de Valmont -with Iftikhar Eddauleh close at his heels. The Provençal +with Iftikhar Eddauleh close at his heels. The Provençal knight was bravely accoutred with silk mantle and boots of the latest fashion, and was bestriding a splendid white palfrey that made Richard shiver the tenth commandment @@ -3167,7 +3127,7 @@ whereon the gems were sparkling. Clearly the two had set forth independently, and had no mind for comradeship; for Richard soon learned that Iftikhar had put his horse to his speed to outstrip De Valmont, and the latter -had ridden away from him. When the Provençal drew +had ridden away from him. When the Provençal drew close upon Richard, however, the Norman, nowise anxious to be the last, spurred on also, and soon all three were in the race; which ended by De Valmont shooting ahead, and @@ -3232,7 +3192,7 @@ foot for the morrow, and how Count Roger's daughter, the young Countess Blanche, had especially bidden him to ride with the princess to the chase. And Richard, and Iftikhar also, had perforce to stand by, while Mary gave -the Provençal her sweetest thanks, and promised him her +the Provençal her sweetest thanks, and promised him her glove to wear at the next jousting.</p> <p>Sorry comfort it was to Longsword, especially as the @@ -3243,7 +3203,7 @@ salaamed himself away, and went tearing down the road to Palermo, uttering invocations to all the evil jinns, to blast Louis de Valmont's happiness for many a long year. But Richard would not own to such defeat; while Louis and -Mary bartered merry small talk, he sat beside the old Cæsar, +Mary bartered merry small talk, he sat beside the old Cæsar, and found in the noble Greek, after the crust of dignity was broken, a man of the world who could tell his story.</p> @@ -3253,8 +3213,8 @@ Richard learned with wonder how armies were marshalled according to careful rules in the military books of Nicephorus Phocus and Leo the Wise; how campaigns could be worked out, and armies shuffled about dexterously as chessmen, -instead of depending on chance <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlées</i> and bull -valor. The Cæsar had stirring tales to tell of wars and +instead of depending on chance <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlées</i> and bull +valor. The Cæsar had stirring tales to tell of wars and paladins Richard had never before heard of,—Zimiskes and his terrible fight with Swiatoslaf the Russian, when St. Theodore himself, men said, led the charge through @@ -3287,7 +3247,7 @@ he was rejoiced to tell his tales to whoever would listen. But it was Louis who had the last word with the princess, Louis who whispered at the farewell some soft pleasantry that had a deeper ring than the common troubadour's -praise and compliment. Longsword and the Provençal +praise and compliment. Longsword and the Provençal rode back towards Palermo side by side. De Valmont was in a happy enough mood to be very gracious.</p> @@ -3300,7 +3260,7 @@ fall at the princess's feet, and sigh with passion! And her father, though a Greek, must have been a fine man once in the saddle."</p> -<p>The Provençal's words were like flint striking steel; +<p>The Provençal's words were like flint striking steel; Richard replied very slowly, sure warning that fire was near at hand.</p> @@ -3325,7 +3285,7 @@ me to conceal it. I think you will not take Mary Kurkuas to the priest before you have tried the temper of my sword, though Iftikhar do what he lists."</p> -<p>"Take care, my brave lad!" cried the Provençal, dropping +<p>"Take care, my brave lad!" cried the Provençal, dropping his jaw in a sneer. "I wish to splinter no lances against such as you."</p> @@ -3435,7 +3395,7 @@ Robert besieged Henry their brother, and took the stronghold. So ever since I have wandered over Champagne and Burgundy and the Ile de France; and then I went down to Aquitaine and thence to Dauphiny. But I did not -learn to love the chattering Provençals, who think songs of +learn to love the chattering Provençals, who think songs of mawkish love better than our northern <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">chansons</i> of valorous knights. Then I heard that your noble father had been blessed with a fair barony here in Sicily; and hither I came @@ -3461,7 +3421,7 @@ fair and never too much praised Countess Medea. I have set in new verse the whole tale of Roland and Oliver, and how Count Ganelon betrayed them; and I can tell you the story of Oberon, king of faery, who was begotten by -Julius Cæsar at the isle of Cephallenia, while he was at war +Julius Cæsar at the isle of Cephallenia, while he was at war with King Pompey."</p> <p>So he would have run on forever had not Richard thrust @@ -3472,7 +3432,7 @@ though he eyed them askance; for to his mind they all were servants of Apollin, the pagan demon of the sun. Presently a messenger went from Richard to the castle, where De Valmont lay, bearing a letter,—a letter which -demanded of the Provençal that he either inflict summary +demanded of the Provençal that he either inflict summary chastisement on his men who had insulted Richard through his favorite horse, or make good the affront by a meeting face to face.</p> @@ -3601,7 +3561,7 @@ friendship and misty compliment and stab in the dark. Yet in the end Louis's homage began to pall on her. She heard unpleasant stories touching him through Sylvana, her nurse, an indefatigable gossip-monger. The -Provençal, she learned, was accounted a hard master to +Provençal, she learned, was accounted a hard master to his men; his peers praised his courage, but not his courtesy; he had fought a duel in Catalonia with a baron, in a broil concerning the latter's lady; he had two Moslem @@ -3762,7 +3722,7 @@ But Mary intervened with haughty mandate:—</p> How often have I bidden you be friends, if you would keep my favor! Must you brawl under my very eyes?"</p> -<p>"I cry pardon of Sir Richard," began the Provençal, +<p>"I cry pardon of Sir Richard," began the Provençal, feeling he had made a misstep; but Longsword cut him short.</p> @@ -3791,7 +3751,7 @@ about, as though wanting half his wits.</p> <p>"Sir Louis," repeated the princess, still at her lordly poise, "did you not hear what I said?"</p> -<p>"Ah! <em>Dona!</em> beautiful mistress!" cried the Provençal, +<p>"Ah! <em>Dona!</em> beautiful mistress!" cried the Provençal, half threatening, half entreating; "what words are these? Depart? Will you dismiss me? By St. Martin, I swear life will be all night without you! Oh, pity, favor me; @@ -3813,7 +3773,7 @@ or I call my father's servants; and come not again, until your quarrel with Richard Longsword be ended."</p> <p>"Then, by Christ's wounds, I will have his life!" roared -the Provençal with a great oath, and tore out of the room, +the Provençal with a great oath, and tore out of the room, leaving Mary quaking amid hysteric laughter.</p> <p>When Manuel Kurkuas heard what had passed, he grew @@ -4159,7 +4119,7 @@ them both—that Louis is a terrible knight; he will ride against Longsword as though all the fiends were in him."</p> <p>"They are in the hands of the Most High," said the Andalusian, -still very gently; "yet, believe me, the Provençal +still very gently; "yet, believe me, the Provençal may have ridden down many stout knights, and yet not the peer of Longsword. But—" and he in turn salaamed, "I have also to hasten. And perhaps even my presence is @@ -4493,7 +4453,7 @@ Frank, Arab, Jew,—their busy tongues making babel. Within the barriers, but behind the low inner fence, loitered the impatient squires, splendid in bright mantles and silvered casques, ready, the instant conflict joined, to -rush to the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>, and drag dismounted combatants from +rush to the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>, and drag dismounted combatants from under the horses. But for the ladies—"the stars of the tourney"—were set shady pavilions,—wooden lodges, brightly painted, flag-covered. Now their rising tiers of @@ -4512,7 +4472,7 @@ from Palermo.</p> <em>jongleurs</em>; fifty Egyptian timbrels clattering; kettledrums, northern horns; heralds in blue mantles, Christian and Moslem side by side—the combatants two abreast—Norman, -Provençal, Sicilian, Arab, Egyptians of the embassy,—a +Provençal, Sicilian, Arab, Egyptians of the embassy,—a goodly company; gold on every Toledo hauberk, silver on each bit and bridle; a trailing pennon on every lance, save when a prouder banner streamed—the silken @@ -4625,7 +4585,7 @@ and a matchless cavalier; yet I shall not grieve to see him return to the East."</p> <p>But now the Christian heralds were calling on the -Normans and Provençals to range themselves in two companies +Normans and Provençals to range themselves in two companies and do battle, after the rule of that knightly paragon, Geoffrey de Preully,—"for the love of Christ, St. George, and all fair ladies." Of the passage at arms that @@ -4950,7 +4910,7 @@ that Louis de Valmont is base-born, unknightly, unworthy to wear his spurs of gold!"</p> <p>Whereupon, from the other end of the arena, advanced -a second pursuivant, Bernier by name, a dapper Provençal +a second pursuivant, Bernier by name, a dapper Provençal in a fantastic blue cloak, answering shrilly:—</p> <p>"Ho, bold man! Who are you that mock Sir Louis de @@ -5210,7 +5170,7 @@ at each stout stroke paid, the saints, if none other, heard him mutter across his teeth: "This, to win Mary Kurkuas! This, for the love of the Greek!"</p> -<p>But still the Provençal pressed, and still the Norman +<p>But still the Provençal pressed, and still the Norman held him. Mary saw De Valmont's blade shun Trenchefer. His sword half turned as Richard attempted parry,—but smote the Norman's helm-crest. Mary almost @@ -5239,7 +5199,7 @@ so long, leap as with new life. Twice Trenchefer sprang high, and crashed upon De Valmont. Twice the Auvergner tottered. Thrice—De Valmont's guard shivered as a rush—through shield, hauberk, gorget cleft the Vikings' -blade. The shield flew in twain. The Provençal fell with +blade. The shield flew in twain. The Provençal fell with a clash of mail, and, as he reeled, Mary could see the spout of blood where the sword had bitten the shoulder.</p> @@ -5286,7 +5246,7 @@ and you need have no shame to go with me."</p> were hanging on her tongue, a serving-lad from Monreale touched her mantle:—</p> -<p>"Gracious mistress—my lord, the Cæsar Manuel, is +<p>"Gracious mistress—my lord, the Cæsar Manuel, is newly stricken, and lies very low. He sends for you."</p> <p>Mary bowed to the Count:—</p> @@ -5346,7 +5306,7 @@ barony, for he himself grew weak and his vassals quarrelsome. But though Richard's eyes danced when he thought of France, and he won from Musa a pledge to postpone any Egyptian service till the new adventure was well over, -he lingered in Sicily. For the life of Cæsar Manuel that +he lingered in Sicily. For the life of Cæsar Manuel that winter ebbed fast. In early spring came a stately dromon streaming with purple flags, to bear him back to Constantinople, and a great letter in vermilion ink sealed with gold, @@ -5514,7 +5474,7 @@ should remain alone, with only Sylvana and the serving-men and maids at Monreale. Richard, hasty mortal, would have had her to church before setting out. But Mary shook her head. The turf was not yet green over -the grave of the Cæsar, and she owed a duty to her mother's +the grave of the Cæsar, and she owed a duty to her mother's kinsfolk in Provence. If Richard was to go to Auvergne, she would go with him to La Haye, the barony of her uncle, and there might be the wedding. So with Sylvana @@ -5710,9 +5670,9 @@ from Alexandria.</p> who found even the evenings grow enchanted, while they sat on the gilded poop watching the sun creep down into the deep; or listened to the tales of Theroulde, who set Mary -a-laughing when he told of King Julius Cæsar, and how +a-laughing when he told of King Julius Cæsar, and how he built the walls of Constantinople, and wooed the "very -discreet Fée," Morgue, who became his wife. But the joy +discreet Fée," Morgue, who became his wife. But the joy was rarest to be alone upon the poop, with the soft breeze crooning in the rigging, the foam dancing from the beak and trailing behind its snowy pathway where trod the @@ -5851,7 +5811,7 @@ nephew with courtly hospitality, as became a great seigneur of Provence. And when Richard rode again northward with a lock of brown hair in his bosom, he had a promise that, when he returned in autumn, there should be a -wedding such as became the heiress of a Greek Cæsar +wedding such as became the heiress of a Greek Cæsar and a great Baroness of the Languedoc.</p> <p>Never again was Longsword to ride with fairer visions @@ -6353,7 +6313,7 @@ have pulse in their bellies'—blasphemous sinner!"</p> <p>"And therefore," wound up the abbot, "we do warn you, on the peril of your soul, to cut off this child of perdition root and branch; to call forth to arms the <em>ban</em> and the -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">arrière-ban</i>; to make his castle a dunghill and his name +<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">arrière-ban</i>; to make his castle a dunghill and his name a byword and a hissing!"</p> <p>Richard was smiling. When the abbot finished, he gave @@ -6373,7 +6333,7 @@ God and these holy saints do so to me, if I show mercy!"</p> <p>And all the men-at-arms, and Bertrand and De Carnac, saw that they had to do with a born leader of warriors, and cried out "Amen!" with a mighty shout, so that the solid -rafters quaked and reëchoed. But Sebastian as well +rafters quaked and reëchoed. But Sebastian as well as Musa shuddered when he beheld Longsword; for the Norman's words rang hard and sharp as whetted steel, and the good churchman's heart was heavy with new foreboding.</p> @@ -6993,7 +6953,7 @@ The monks chanted <em>Te Deums</em> and enough masses to lift every fallen St. Juliener promptly out of purgatory. Richard went about with merry face and loud laugh. "After the feast comes the dance!" he would cry, when -all marvelled at his nimbleness after so hard a <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>.</p> +all marvelled at his nimbleness after so hard a <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>.</p> <p>At the great feast in honor of the victory, Richard sat at the head of the long horseshoe table, drank with the @@ -7177,7 +7137,7 @@ put off his hunting-boots, was calling to a serving-boy for water, when the bronze slab at the gate began to clang, proclaiming a stranger.</p> -<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Héh</i>, porter, open to me!" was the cry without, and +<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Héh</i>, porter, open to me!" was the cry without, and there was a scurry of many feet on stairways, for few visitors made their way to St. Julien.</p> @@ -7413,7 +7373,7 @@ Trenchefer!</p> <p>Richard cried aloud in his agony; and the black woods rang, and birds flew screaming from their haunts, as -though the hawk were on them; echo and reëcho, then +though the hawk were on them; echo and reëcho, then the woods were still. Richard roused himself by a painful effort. The tree trunks were darkening; the patch of blue above waxed dim; night was approaching.</p> @@ -8020,7 +7980,7 @@ be indeed so accursed as you deem him, yet he is as Cain; for God has set a mark upon him, lest any finding him should slay him!"</p> -<p>And under the priest's terrible gaze the Provençal's hand +<p>And under the priest's terrible gaze the Provençal's hand left his sword-hilt, and he held down his head. Then to Lady Ide, Sebastian spoke:—</p> @@ -8538,7 +8498,7 @@ need be, only to have his part in the war ordained by God.</p> <h3>HOW RICHARD MET GODFREY OF BOUILLON</h3> -<p>Under the dead craters of the Monts Dôme in the +<p>Under the dead craters of the Monts Dôme in the teeming Limagne basin lay Clermont, a sombre, lava-built town, with muddy lanes; and all around, the bright, cold, autumn-touched country. Far beyond the walls @@ -8559,7 +8519,7 @@ tents far out upon the meadows,—all near space being taken,—he wondered at the flash in every eye at that one magic word, "Jerusalem!" All had heard Peter; all burned for the miseries of the City of Our Lord; knew -that their own sins were very great. From Pérignat to +that their own sins were very great. From Pérignat to Clermont, Richard accompanied a great multitude, growing as it went. After he had encamped, the roads were still black with those coming from the north, from Berri; @@ -8609,7 +8569,7 @@ voices sang on, till the words smote him:—</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i0">"Then to those upon the left hand</span> <span class="i0">That most righteous Judge shall say:</span> -<span class="i0">'Go, you cursèd, to Gehenna</span> +<span class="i0">'Go, you cursèd, to Gehenna</span> <span class="i0">And the fire that is for aye.'"</span> </div> @@ -9354,7 +9314,7 @@ leave his bones. With him went his wife, the Princess Elvira of Spain, and at Raymond's back were all the chivalry of the south country, of Gascony, Languedoc, Limousin, and Auvergne, along with Bishop Adhemar, and -the great prelates of Apt, Lodève, and Orange. So from +the great prelates of Apt, Lodève, and Orange. So from the least to the greatest all were stirred; and if King Philip, and William the Red, and Emperor Henry moved not—what matter? For the might of Christendom lay not @@ -9392,7 +9352,7 @@ they say they are all light cavalry and archers."</p> <p>"By Our Lady of Antwerp!" cried the Duke, "we must pray then for a close country and a hand to hand -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>!"</p> +<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>!"</p> <p>"Ah!" declared Renard of Toul, "what matter how we fight! Is not the Lord on our side, and St. Michael and @@ -9853,7 +9813,7 @@ the great Count of Toulouse and St. Gilles,—a tall, haughty man, with flowing silver hair and beard; brusque to strangers, but underneath the sternness a high-minded Christian soul. With him was his handsome and valiant friend, Viscount -Gaston of Béarn, a winsome cavalier who became +Gaston of Béarn, a winsome cavalier who became Longsword's close friend. At Orange Richard rejoined the band with Raymond of Agiles, Toulouse's chaplain, and found Louis de Valmont. On that spot was cemented @@ -10248,7 +10208,7 @@ favor, to Provence."</p> <p>"Where Allah has mightily favored!" chuckled the man-at-arms.</p> -<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Héh</i>, fellow," grunted a second guard, "I have seen +<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Héh</i>, fellow," grunted a second guard, "I have seen you before lurking about. By the Mass, I wish then I had slit your weasand." And the grasp on Zeyneb tightened.</p> @@ -10548,7 +10508,7 @@ azure quake; banners on every house; flowers rained upon the bride; her black mule treading a scarlet carpet. All shouted, "Joy, joy and long life to the noble Lady of St. Julien! Joy to the valiant Baron! Joy to both!" So -there were fêtes and tournaments eight days long, as the +there were fêtes and tournaments eight days long, as the custom was. Mary and Richard went to their wedding mass, and during the service the bride, as did all good brides, they told her, made vows to obey her lord, to call @@ -11152,7 +11112,7 @@ thought needful to deal warily with later comers. Here for the first time he learned the fate of the first peasant hordes,—how, to save his city from ruin, Alexius had ferried them across the Bosphorus. Left then to the -Turks' tender mercies, the Sultan of Nicæa had pounced +Turks' tender mercies, the Sultan of Nicæa had pounced upon them with his light cavalry and cut them short in their sins. Peter the Hermit had escaped to Constantinople; his followers had perished almost to a man; and @@ -11168,7 +11128,7 @@ were but one degree better than Moslems. So day followed day of intrigue and lie-giving; the Augustus bickering and haggling with Raymond, Godfrey, and the other Latin chiefs. In the meantime Richard had time to -learn the marvels of this great city of the Cæsars. What +learn the marvels of this great city of the Cæsars. What city like it! Palermo had not one tithe its wealth. Its walls might mock all the chivalry of France. Where in the West was one building so notable as were a score @@ -11229,7 +11189,7 @@ at last they were fairly set to go to Jerusalem!</p> <p>And now the all-reigning desire was to slay infidels. Not many leagues away lay a great paynim stronghold, -Nicæa, capital of Kilidge Arslan, sultan of Roum,—with +Nicæa, capital of Kilidge Arslan, sultan of Roum,—with fighting promised of a right knightly kind. Merry the music, and merrier the hearts of the hundred thousands, that May season, as the host swept in flashing steel and @@ -11333,7 +11293,7 @@ was a discreet man, had to plead no desire for a quarrel, remembering the fate of the Valmonts.</p> <p>Thus tamely the Holy War began; but on the sixth of -May the army found itself under the walls of Nicæa—an +May the army found itself under the walls of Nicæa—an infidel city now, but forever sacred to Christians, since here had been framed the great Creed. The knights laughed at sight of its lofty battlements, as promising doughty fighting, @@ -11351,7 +11311,7 @@ kisses, and merry talk, as they sat before the camp-fire, saw the red flames weaving pictures, and Longsword told of the brave deeds of the day.</p> -<p>So sped two weeks around Nicæa, and on a Friday +<p>So sped two weeks around Nicæa, and on a Friday Richard sallied forth in company with Bohemond and Tancred, who led the scouting party. As their troops climbed the foothills that lay south of the city, the eagle @@ -11456,9 +11416,9 @@ verily clothed her as an angel of light!"</p> <p>"Good man," said the Greek, a little confused, "I know you not. When have you served my father?"</p> -<p>"O preëminently august lady!" broke forth the Arab +<p>"O preëminently august lady!" broke forth the Arab again. "Do you not remember Hossein, who was in -the Cæsar Manuel's palace at Antioch? How he told +the Cæsar Manuel's palace at Antioch? How he told you the tales of his people and sang you the wondrous song of Antar, and the stories of the jinns and the spirits of the air?"</p> @@ -11471,7 +11431,7 @@ Mary.</p> declared Hossein, still kneeling; "yet it is true, O noblest of the Greeks, you were very young. Enough; my devotion can repay the daughter what I owe to the -father. For the most excellent Cæsar saved me from cruel +father. For the most excellent Cæsar saved me from cruel death at the hands of the infidels, my fellow-countrymen."</p> <p>"You are an honorable man," said the lady, touched @@ -11515,7 +11475,7 @@ not of them."</p> <p>"Must one have a white skin to love Our Lord? No man could come before me with such a lie. Your memory -fails you. The Cæsar had a great household. Besides, +fails you. The Cæsar had a great household. Besides, this Hossein has just revealed all the plots of Kilidge Arslan, and my husband says he is to be trusted." The word of Richard Longsword was not to be contradicted @@ -11526,7 +11486,7 @@ with the suspected Hossein.</p> <p>But the Arab's revelations proved true to the letter. On the next day, while Raymond of Toulouse with the rear of -the Provençals was making his way to camp, three huge +the Provençals was making his way to camp, three huge bands of Seljouk cavalry swooped down on them and on the forces of Duke Godfrey. Then followed a battle of the true knightly sort, the Turks trying what they became too @@ -11537,7 +11497,7 @@ there was not; every baron and his knights fought his own little battle with the hordesmen confronting. Then in the end the surviving Seljouks were driven from the field like smoke; the heads of their fallen comrades -slung into Nicæa by the engines, forewarning of what +slung into Nicæa by the engines, forewarning of what awaited the garrison. There were masses for the Christian dead, the first martyrs; <em>Te Deums</em> for the victory. Richard Longsword, men cried, had slain as many infidels as Duke @@ -11599,7 +11559,7 @@ alone to work his own devices.</p> <h3>HOW DUKE GODFREY SAVED THE DAY</h3> -<p>The host lay before Nicæa many a weary day before +<p>The host lay before Nicæa many a weary day before the starved and despairing garrison declared for Emperor Alexius and the Franks saw the Greek standards floating from the battlements. Loud was the rage against this @@ -11610,7 +11570,7 @@ better than Moslem!" But the judicious presents of Alexius silenced the cries of the chiefs, and they in turn controlled their people, though from that hour little love was wasted on the Emperor. On the twenty-fifth day of -June the Army of the Cross struck its tents about Nicæa, +June the Army of the Cross struck its tents about Nicæa, and set out for the march across Phrygia, through the heart of the dominions of Kilidge Arslan.</p> @@ -11641,8 +11601,8 @@ staggering sick, the defenceless <em>jongleurs</em>, and the women in heavy carriages. As the afternoon advanced, he sent a message to the Count of Chartres that unless he had speedy succor his St. Julien men could not hold back the -thickening squadrons; and quick as the reënforcements -came, there was a sturdy <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>—lance to lance, sword to +thickening squadrons; and quick as the reënforcements +came, there was a sturdy <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">mêlée</i>—lance to lance, sword to cimeter—before the Turks broke. When at last they were flying, Richard pushed the sure-footed Rollo up a hill where any horse saving he would have stumbled; and @@ -11732,7 +11692,7 @@ many a long, sad day.</p> counting the budding stars, "though Prince Tancred and the rest will not hear it, there will be a mighty battle to-morrow. I have seen Kilidge Arslan's hosts all around us. -We shall fight in the morning as never at Nicæa."</p> +We shall fight in the morning as never at Nicæa."</p> <p>"Ah! Richard," answered Mary, still in laughing mood, "you must let me ride with you. See!"—and she caught @@ -11935,7 +11895,7 @@ lances, ten thousand bright pennons whipping the wind, and the new sun shone on as many burnished casques and flashing targets—noble sight; yet not so strange as that which he beheld when he looked northward just east of the -little town called Dorylæum. The hills, so far as eye could +little town called Dorylæum. The hills, so far as eye could reach, were covered with an innumerable host, thousands on thousands, and all on horseback. He could see the gay red and green turbans, the bright scarfs and mantles, @@ -11970,7 +11930,7 @@ though but one arrow in a hundred struck home, here and there men were bleeding, wounded horses plunging. Each instant Crusaders were falling; should they sit forever and be shot to death? Duke Robert was the first to charge. -"<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Dex aiè!</i>" cried his Norman knights, and lance in rest +"<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Dex aiè!</i>" cried his Norman knights, and lance in rest they spurred straight in the face of the wheeling myriads. Vain courage! A few Seljouks they struck and rode over in a twinkling; but the vast horde parted before them @@ -12243,7 +12203,7 @@ while the rout and chase swept forward. "To the hills after them! Let none escape! God and Our Lady are with us!"</p> -<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Dex aiè</i>," thundered the rescued Normans, and the +<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Dex aiè</i>," thundered the rescued Normans, and the whole host flew faster. Swift were the Seljouk horses; but the shivered hordes, crowding together in the narrow valley, were mown as grass before the Christian onset. @@ -12274,7 +12234,7 @@ hanging low in the heavens now. Old knights were praying Charlemagne's prayer at Roncesvalles—that the day might lengthen while they hunted the Moslem.</p> -<p>Richard rode with Gaston of Béarn, who had been not +<p>Richard rode with Gaston of Béarn, who had been not the least valiant of the many brave that day; and as he rode, again and again he came across fugitives, not in the fantastic colors of the Seljouk, but in a dress all white with @@ -12328,7 +12288,7 @@ scarce knowing that from head to heels he was bruised, and that the warm blood was streaming over his face. Only the darkening landscape seemed circling round and round, and his ears were ringing, yet not with the shout of -receding battle. Gaston of Béarn had ridden up with his +receding battle. Gaston of Béarn had ridden up with his men. "Holy St. Barbara," the viscount was crying, "you are sorely hurt, fair friend. Your horse is lamed. Ho! Peter, dismount and put my Lord de St. Julien in your saddle. @@ -12381,7 +12341,7 @@ captive. A scared horse-boy's tale, I trust! Holy Mother! You are wounded, my Baron! You nigh fall from the saddle!"</p> -<p>And Gaston of Béarn and Chartres caught Longsword, +<p>And Gaston of Béarn and Chartres caught Longsword, as he reeled.</p> <p>"Unhand me, sirs!" shouted Richard, thrusting them @@ -12635,7 +12595,7 @@ for your own revenge, and not for the glory of God."</p> <p>"Enough if I slay them!" was the answer. Then Richard took food and drink, and toward morning slept.</p> -<p>So ended the day of Dorylæum, the battle where, as the +<p>So ended the day of Dorylæum, the battle where, as the pious chronicler puts it, "by the aid of St. James and St. Maurice the Christians had a great deliverance from their enemies, and twenty-three thousand infidels were sped to @@ -12758,7 +12718,7 @@ army were bestriding mules and oxen. Sebastian, too, bore up, shrewdly remarking, as was his way, that his life of fast and abstinence had advantages in this world as well as in the world to come. Herbert, too, seemed unconquerable; -but what with the losses at Dorylæum and the +but what with the losses at Dorylæum and the thirst, Richard saw his company thinned in a way to make his heart sick, even had this been all.</p> @@ -12792,7 +12752,7 @@ hope for one more passage-at-arms with the infidel before taking the Holy City—as if Heaven had not saved them once already! Yet there was a tone of sadness in the host, for the line was much shorter now. Where was he who -had left no friend on those burning sands or at Dorylæum? +had left no friend on those burning sands or at Dorylæum? Troopers were trudging on foot; extra arms and baggage had been thrown to the wolves long ago; not a man in the army that had not grown a dusty beard. Once when @@ -12801,7 +12761,7 @@ he saw his face upon it. He scarce knew himself, what with the stiff beard and the fresh scars of the battle, and those lines drawn above the eyes.</p> -<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Héh</i>," cried he, forcing a jest to Theroulde, who sat +<p>"<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Héh</i>," cried he, forcing a jest to Theroulde, who sat by the tent mending a crossbow, "how would the fair ladies at Palermo who danced with me after the tourney regard me now?"</p> @@ -12917,7 +12877,7 @@ he rode at the head of his men, who whispered his bones were steel, he was so tireless.</p> <p>Then the host drew close to the great city of Antioch, -the first Moslem stronghold to resist since the fall of Nicæa. +the first Moslem stronghold to resist since the fall of Nicæa. And noble adventure awaited when the Norman Duke led the van to force the "Iron Bridge" which spanned the Orontes, key to the northern approach of the city. Long @@ -12949,7 +12909,7 @@ in Sicily."</p> <p>"No, fair knight," answered Richard, frankly; "but God has seen the sins of us both, and we are rewarded."</p> -<p>"Come," cried the Provençal, firing, for he had a good +<p>"Come," cried the Provençal, firing, for he had a good heart under a haughty shell; "we swore forgiveness at Clermont; let us swear brotherhood, for we know each other now. We both are valiant men; we two fought with @@ -12978,14 +12938,14 @@ And when they told him no, he was most likely to give a nod to Herbert, which meant that the captives' heads were forfeit. Louis pitied him from the bottom of his soul.</p> -<p>"Dear friend," said the Provençal once, when they waited +<p>"Dear friend," said the Provençal once, when they waited without Duke Godfrey's tent to report a skirmish, "you let this loss of Mary Kurkuas eat your heart away. Believe me, I loved her once as much as you, and yet—" here he laughed at memory of his own discomfiture—"I am still a very merry man. Are you angry?" Richard shook his head. "Then hear me out. Your Greek beauty was a very -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">fée</i>, as Roland's Aude. But hers are not the only bright +<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">fée</i>, as Roland's Aude. But hers are not the only bright eyes and red cheeks in the world. Cannot the Lord of St. Julien have the best and the fairest?—in Sicily, in France, in Syria? Mark what I have done,—my heiress @@ -13427,7 +13387,7 @@ the face of Richard grew dark.</p> <p>Iftikhar Eddauleh rode over the dusty road from Turmanin to Aleppo with only thirty about him of the hundred -riders that had followed him to Dorylæum. But Zeyneb +riders that had followed him to Dorylæum. But Zeyneb was at hand, and Eybek, who had gone on the secret mission months before; and beside the grand prior moved a horse-litter containing a treasure Iftikhar would not have parted @@ -13473,7 +13433,7 @@ merchants clustered round the bazaar.</p> stately city, but on the face of the Greek; "fair as the two gardens by the river of milk prepared for the beloved of Allah! Yet you see but the outward husk, O Soul of my -Soul! For yours is the palace which Seïf Eddauleh, one-time +Soul! For yours is the palace which Seïf Eddauleh, one-time lord of Aleppo, prepared for a maiden like yourself of the blood of the Greeks; and what was her joy shall be yours as well. See—we are at the gates of El @@ -13527,7 +13487,7 @@ of the palace?"</p> <p>"How far?" answered Iftikhar. "One might wander a league and more to the north, and find naught save glen -and fern-dell and fountains. Seïf built it for his fair ones +and fern-dell and fountains. Seïf built it for his fair ones and poets to roam, and think themselves in Allah's paradise. The singer Motenabbi found his words too faint to sing its praise. Now by the will of the Dispenser of @@ -14095,7 +14055,7 @@ Morgiana told what she had never told before—the story of how she fell into the hands of Iftikhar. "Know, O sweet sister," said she, laying down the guitar on which her long, shapely fingers had been wandering, "that I am -the daughter of Jaafar bin Shirzâd, who was the <em>Hajib</em>, that +the daughter of Jaafar bin Shirzâd, who was the <em>Hajib</em>, that is, Lord Chamberlain, to the Commander of the Faithful, Al Muktadi the Abbasside, and that I was born in my father's palace which lay by the Tigris in Bagdad. My @@ -14245,13 +14205,13 @@ I will obey; otherwise, let me sleep and the rest dance."</p> Gann, lord of the evil jinns! No doing of mine can please you. <i lang="ar" xml:lang="ar">Wallah</i>, be it as you will! The Star of the Greeks is more kind. To-night! I swear the poets of Emir -Redouan shall sing of the fête the whole year long!" So +Redouan shall sing of the fête the whole year long!" So he was gone, and Morgiana turned fiercely on Mary. "Eblees and all his 'Sheytans' of the Pit pluck you away! What have you done? You said yes as though Iftikhar's words were sweet as honey of Lebanon. He will conquer you to-night! Are you blind? Not for the maidens -of Aleppo, but for you, this fête is prepared. To-night he +of Aleppo, but for you, this fête is prepared. To-night he will be master of you, soul as well as body. Blind! blind!"</p> <p>Mary looked into the Arab's face.</p> @@ -14294,7 +14254,7 @@ while the maids made her ready and clothed her in robes such as Iftikhar himself had never sent her before. At last the emir stood outside her door with the petition, "O flower more sweet than the rose, I, your slave, pray you, -come forth—come forth; the fête is ready; the stars await +come forth—come forth; the fête is ready; the stars await the moon!"</p> <p>Mary let them wrap round her face the veil of gauze of @@ -14408,7 +14368,7 @@ or murmur.</p> Masudi, your brother, sits down with the maids whose bodies are pure musk,—they who sit waiting by the stream of honey flowing from the root of the tree -Tûba. Who else, at my summons, will take the journey +Tûba. Who else, at my summons, will take the journey thither?"</p> <p>And the shout came back: "I!" and "I!" and "I!"; @@ -14560,7 +14520,7 @@ waters:—</p> <span class="i0">"O that for aye I might, sweeping</span> <span class="i0">Where the long willows hang weeping,</span> <span class="i1">Feel the musked breeze of the west</span> -<span class="i0">Over our blessèd bark creeping;</span> +<span class="i0">Over our blessèd bark creeping;</span> <span class="i0">Then would I smile in my sleeping</span> <span class="i1">By my love's white arms caressed!"</span> </div></div> @@ -15350,7 +15310,7 @@ wide!"</p> <p>Then with a gliding, uneasy step she started away. "Back!" warned Morgiana to Mary, who attempted to follow. "I will do myself no harm. I return at once." -Almost immediately she reëntered, in each hand a silver +Almost immediately she reëntered, in each hand a silver cup, the cups identical, each filled with violet sherbet. She set them upon the slab by the fountain. There was no madness in her glance now.</p> @@ -15431,7 +15391,7 @@ city; the wild scenes of the escape to Sicily; Richard Longsword plucking her from the Berbers; the tourney—De Valmont in his blood; the hour when Richard touched her lips with the first kiss; the marriage; the last sight of -her husband in the morning twilight at Dorylæum. Scene +her husband in the morning twilight at Dorylæum. Scene upon scene, a wild, moving pageant; yet behind all seemed to hover the shadow of Iftikhar—Iftikhar, the cause of sorrow and tears unnumbered. Still Morgiana held @@ -15601,8 +15561,8 @@ the finger. I know the bull valor of your Christians. But they shall die as die the flies, or fall one and all our prey—prisoners. And Richard Longsword—"</p> -<p>"Look him fairly in the face—as at Dorylæum!" cried -the Greek, in hot scorn. "As at Dorylæum!"</p> +<p>"Look him fairly in the face—as at Dorylæum!" cried +the Greek, in hot scorn. "As at Dorylæum!"</p> <p>"And Richard Longsword," continued Iftikhar, still steadily, "as surely as the sun moves from east to west, I @@ -15662,7 +15622,7 @@ Then sudden as the flame had flashed, it died. Mary stood with drooping head, silent, statue-like.</p> <p>"Away! From my sight!" commanded Iftikhar. His -captive did not move. Hakem had reëntered.</p> +captive did not move. Hakem had reëntered.</p> <p>"Take her away," cried his master; "keep her close,—let her lack nothing; but as Allah lives, her will shall bow. @@ -15769,7 +15729,7 @@ where was the plague and fever?"</p> mane of Rollo; he groaned in his agony:—</p> <p>"Mother of Christ, pity me, if I be not beyond all pity! -In the great battle at Dorylæum, of which you must have +In the great battle at Dorylæum, of which you must have heard, our camp was stormed. I was away summoning help from Duke Godfrey. Before the Turks were driven out, they made prisoners."</p> @@ -15874,7 +15834,7 @@ them, and brought the embassy with all courtesy before Duke Godfrey, who entreated the Egyptians very honorably. Richard, however, took Musa to his own tent, and the two spent together an evening long and sweet. -Richard told of the fighting around Nicæa, of Dorylæum, +Richard told of the fighting around Nicæa, of Dorylæum, the desert march, the unfruitful siege; and Musa told a story of a campaign in Nubia against negro nomads, and showed the gem-hilted cimeter that the Fatimite kalif had @@ -15946,7 +15906,7 @@ artifice or womanish stratagem."</p> <p>"Yes, Count of Toulouse, you do well to say Phirous the Armenian will betray Antioch at my bidding, and at none other. Have I put nothing at risk in this Crusade? Have -I not played my part at Nicæa, Dorylæum, the battles +I not played my part at Nicæa, Dorylæum, the battles around the city? If you have a better device for reducing Yaghi-Sian, make use, and win Antioch yourself! They tell that the lord of Mosul, the great Kerbogha, is not @@ -16498,7 +16458,7 @@ has once been among the Christians (Allah broil all in Gehenna!); there he saw and loved her, but she would have none of him. Then war threw her into his hands, and he moved earth and heaven to make her favor him. Gifts, -dresses, fêtes, serving-maids fair as the moon—he gave all, +dresses, fêtes, serving-maids fair as the moon—he gave all, with El Halebah to be her dwelling; and she repaid only pouts and high words. At last he learns that she still sets great store on her husband, a Frankish emir with their host @@ -16824,7 +16784,7 @@ his cagelings to see my magic. I was bound to make sure she was truly <em>Citt</em> Mary who was pent up in the palace before you and I thrust our necks into peril; also I knew the chance of failure was less if she were warned. So -I sang an incantation—in your Provençal, and clapped on +I sang an incantation—in your Provençal, and clapped on to that a verse I composed before her at Palermo. When I saw her muslins and silks all a-flutter, I sang my French again, and it was more of being ready for a visit in the @@ -17065,7 +17025,7 @@ de St. Julien, will be accounting to God for the soul of that guiltless boy." And though Longsword thought of the Pope's pledge of absolution, of all the infidels he had himself slain in the name of Christ, of all his sufferings -in the chastisement at Dorylæum,—all merit seemed +in the chastisement at Dorylæum,—all merit seemed turned to sin, and the word of Urban weak to unlock the mercy of God in His just anger. "<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Mea culpa! mea culpa! mea maxima culpa!</i>" Other prayers came not, nor did @@ -17206,11 +17166,11 @@ comment.</p> <p>Iftikhar, who had been silent, turned to his captives.</p> -<p>"My lords," said he, gravely, speaking Provençal, "we +<p>"My lords," said he, gravely, speaking Provençal, "we meet again at last, as I have long desired."</p> <p>"You are wrong, my emir," interrupted Longsword. -"At Dorylæum I sought you long and vainly."</p> +"At Dorylæum I sought you long and vainly."</p> <p>"And I think it well," continued the Egyptian, flushing, but not raising his voice, "since we shall not soon meet @@ -17266,7 +17226,7 @@ escape this Thine enemy!" But Iftikhar continued: "I speak too long. Enough that I shall bring you this night before the tribunal of the Ismaelians, since the dagger is only for those whom our judgments cannot otherwise reach. -You shall stand before our <em>Daïs</em>, that is to say the 'masters,' +You shall stand before our <em>Daïs</em>, that is to say the 'masters,' and our <em>Refiks</em>, that is the 'companions,' and it will be asked you if you sought the hurt of any Ismaelian. Make what defence you may. If the tribunal decide against you, you @@ -17329,7 +17289,7 @@ naught to sunder. And to you,—to you,"—her eyes were not lamps now; they were fiery swords, piercing the Ismaelian through,—"God perhaps lengthens out many days of sin and glory, that for every instant on earth there -may be an æon hereafter of woe."</p> +may be an æon hereafter of woe."</p> <p>Iftikhar's face had turned to blackness. He raised his hand to smite. Richard thought to see him fell the Greek @@ -17436,7 +17396,7 @@ this he exulted. But with it all came the knowledge that the death of Richard Longsword meant the death of the last hope to make Mary the Greek other than his slave. She had truly said,—the Egyptian knew it,—old age -might come, æons might speed, but henceforth Iftikhar +might come, æons might speed, but henceforth Iftikhar would be only to her as malevolent jinn. The grand prior cursed himself for the mad folly that had led him to bring Mary and Richard face to face. She had been @@ -17934,7 +17894,7 @@ of earth. "<em>Citt</em>, protectress sent from Allah!" the Andalusian was crying, "do my ears fail? Is your voice strange? When have I heard it before? In Palermo?"</p> -<p>"In Palermo," reëchoed the stranger, "in Palermo, +<p>"In Palermo," reëchoed the stranger, "in Palermo, when by the Most High's favor I warned you against Iftikhar Eddauleh." The name of his enemy roused all the fires in Richard's breast.</p> @@ -18155,7 +18115,7 @@ Arabian, defiantly. Richard withheld his hand. Iftikhar was staggering to his feet, but was weaponless. His conqueror pointed toward the doorway.</p> -<p>"Fair cavalier," said he in Provençal, "get you gone. +<p>"Fair cavalier," said he in Provençal, "get you gone. For sake of my oath to this woman, I spare you once. When we next meet, God judge betwixt us."</p> @@ -18291,7 +18251,7 @@ raged at his men.</p> <p>"Scorpions! Lizards! Will you let two men mock you? Is it thus you earn Paradise?"</p> -<p>"We may fight men, not jinns!" howled an old <em>daïs</em>. +<p>"We may fight men, not jinns!" howled an old <em>daïs</em>. Richard brandished Trenchefer.</p> <p>"Come you, Iftikhar Eddauleh! The account is long!"</p> @@ -18604,7 +18564,7 @@ hand. There was no tremor, and her lips were firm, though very white.</p> <p>"It is nothing!" said she, looking upward. "Do you forget -my wound the day before Dorylæum?" But Richard +my wound the day before Dorylæum?" But Richard was nigh to weeping when he saw the blood.</p> <p>"Dear God!" cried he, "wilt Thou suffer even this?"</p> @@ -18954,13 +18914,13 @@ before too late."</p> <p>The other's answer was a glance behind into the half-light. Mother of Pity, how close the infidels were! Then he bent forward, and spoke to Rollo,—not in Greek, -Arabic, or Provençal, but in his own Norman French.</p> +Arabic, or Provençal, but in his own Norman French.</p> <p>"On, my horse; on, my sweet swallow! Will you be run to death like a fawn? Shall the paynims say, 'There are no steeds like the steeds of the East?' Remember your glory, my Rollo! Remember the lists at Palermo! How you -outpaced the winds at Dorylæum. And the brave days +outpaced the winds at Dorylæum. And the brave days at Antioch, gone by! And will you now fail, swiftest of the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">destrers</i> of France?"</p> @@ -19082,7 +19042,7 @@ to do the like to you."</p> <p>Zeyneb hung his head. "It is true," he confessed; "you spared me."</p> -<p>"I spared you," she reëchoed, laughing after her unearthly +<p>"I spared you," she reëchoed, laughing after her unearthly manner, "not through love—Allah forbid!—but because you were my foster-brother, and faithful to Iftikhar. The Greek is gone—gone forever—praised be the Most @@ -19147,7 +19107,7 @@ a cimeter had brushed away the Valencia mail. Richard wiped it off as best he could.</p> <p>"It is nothing!" protested he, gayly; "ten times have -I bled worse, and never been the sadder,—at Dorylæum, +I bled worse, and never been the sadder,—at Dorylæum, and time and again about Antioch."</p> <p>"Ah, Richard," said she, "some day it may befall that @@ -19387,7 +19347,7 @@ a light rider serving with Dekak of Damascus. Kerbogha's host had advanced from Edessa, constantly swelling in numbers. There were twenty-eight emirs from Syria and Mesopotamia with him; Kilidge Arslan, burning to avenge the -defeat at Dorylæum, the former emir of Jerusalem, and +defeat at Dorylæum, the former emir of Jerusalem, and many princes more had led their myriads. The army had solemnly sworn by the beard of the Prophet to leave not one Christian to return to Frankland to tell the tale. They @@ -19869,7 +19829,7 @@ awful hunger.</p> upon His unworthy people. Thousands had died when the first hordes, led by Peter the Hermit and Walter Lackpenny, had been cut off by Kilidge Arslan; thousands -more at Dorylæum; tens of thousands when they tracked +more at Dorylæum; tens of thousands when they tracked the desert and besieged Antioch. But this was the crowning agony. When the news came that Kerbogha was approaching, the princes had indeed done what they could. @@ -19952,7 +19912,7 @@ face when he answered, hardly keeping self-mastery:—</p> <p>"For all, lord," cried many voices. "Did you not promise to bring us home in safety, to lead us back safe -and sound to Nicole, and Berta, and Aleïs? Surely we did +and sound to Nicole, and Berta, and Aleïs? Surely we did not take the cross to die here, as starving dogs. Let us die with our good swords in our hands as becomes Christians, or in our beds, if God wills."</p> @@ -20029,7 +19989,7 @@ to only one surrender—submission at discretion—after which he will decide which of us he will hale away into slavery, which put to death."</p> -<p>The Norman Duke and Gaston of Béarn had risen together.</p> +<p>The Norman Duke and Gaston of Béarn had risen together.</p> <p>"Fair princes," cried the latter, "we are at our wits' end. There will soon be no strength left in a man of us @@ -20138,7 +20098,7 @@ the circling Loire.</p> repeat many times—"A miracle! except we be saved by a miracle!" And toward evening the Norman saw his chaplain deep in talk with the half-witted priest, Peter -Barthelmy, and another Provençal priest named Stephen.</p> +Barthelmy, and another Provençal priest named Stephen.</p> <hr style="width: 45%;" /> @@ -20517,7 +20477,7 @@ failed."</p> were mortal sin! Can St. Andrew lie?" replied Peter, between the strokes of his mattock.</p> -<p>"St. Andrew cannot lie, but Provençal priests can," +<p>"St. Andrew cannot lie, but Provençal priests can," was the Count's menacing retort. "Think well on your sins, my good clerk. If you have been tempted by the devil to deceive us in this—rest assured the people will @@ -20597,7 +20557,7 @@ past control. In a moment they will break in on us and commit violence at the very altar; go and reason with them while there is yet time."</p> -<p>"Open! open! Death to Peter the Provençal!"</p> +<p>"Open! open! Death to Peter the Provençal!"</p> <p>The roaring had swelled to thunders now. The strong iron-bound gates were yielding under the strokes of mace @@ -20639,7 +20599,7 @@ swelling company; after the sobbing, a strange, terrible laughter, and after the laughter one great shout, that made the dark vaulting echo with thunder.</p> -<p>"<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Gloria in excelsis Deo! et in terra pax hominibus bonæ +<p>"<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Gloria in excelsis Deo! et in terra pax hominibus bonæ voluntatis!</i>" so they sang in the church. But now the tidings had flown on wings unseen to the thousands without, and all the streets were rolling on the greater doxology: @@ -20711,8 +20671,8 @@ Syrians in the white dress of the Ismaelians, gaudily clad Turkoman cavaliers from Khorassan and Kerman, Tartar hordesmen from the steppes of the far East; all stood about, pointing, whispering, jeering at the three Franks. -"Were these the terrible men who had won Nicæa and -Dorylæum, and taken Antioch?" ran the titter. But no +"Were these the terrible men who had won Nicæa and +Dorylæum, and taken Antioch?" ran the titter. But no one molested them, as the <em>atabeg</em> escorted through the avenues of black camel's-hair tents, interspersed with the gayer silken pavilions of the emirs. Then at last they @@ -21138,7 +21098,7 @@ waste; the broad plain country that stretched northward from the river grew narrow under their swift feet. Then avalanche smote avalanche, light wrestled with darkness!</p> -<p>No horseman's and archer's battle as at Dorylæum; no +<p>No horseman's and archer's battle as at Dorylæum; no passage at arms between chieftains while the hosts stood by! But man to man they fought; the starving Franks looking into swarthy faces, where black eyes glanced fire @@ -21194,7 +21154,7 @@ lances. The stoutest spears shivered like reeds, and targets were cleft as wicker; but the hand-to-hand combat never slackened. Kerbogha was throwing into the press all his numbers. Again and again Richard Longsword, -with Gaston of Béarn, the Count of Die, and Raimbaut of +with Gaston of Béarn, the Count of Die, and Raimbaut of Orange, who fought under Adhemar's banner, charged out, and did deeds of valor to be forgotten only with the last <em>jongleur</em>. Each time, as the foe gave way, the hard-pressed @@ -21258,7 +21218,7 @@ of sight in the seething vortex of battling men and beasts.</p> <p>"Rescue, rescue, Christian cavaliers!" Bishop Adhemar was moaning; and all unarmed as he was, the prelate was about to thrust himself from behind the protecting shield -wall into the death-press. But Gaston of Béarn and Die +wall into the death-press. But Gaston of Béarn and Die and Orange, as well as Longsword, were before him. Richard saw Gaston snatch the lance out of the clutch of two Turkomans who grasped it, and hew down both—a blow @@ -21368,7 +21328,7 @@ armies, never in vain:—</p> <p>"<i lang="ar" xml:lang="ar">La ilaha ill' Allah! La ilaha ill' Allah!</i>"</p> <p>"Bear up, Christians! This is the last charge!" urged -Gaston of Béarn, but more than brave words were needed +Gaston of Béarn, but more than brave words were needed to turn that blast. The "devoted" smote the Frankish spear hedge, and for the first time that day broke through it. The Holy Lance went down under twenty slain; the @@ -21884,7 +21844,7 @@ of the whole host he passed down a lane of blazing fagots. None denied that he left the flames alive; but a few days later he was dead. "Impostor," cried the Northern French, who said the fire smote him, as being -a deceiver. But the Provençals called him a martyr, +a deceiver. But the Provençals called him a martyr, having passed through the flames unhurt, but trampled down by his enemies in the throng when he came forth from the fire. As for Sebastian, he would only cock one @@ -21910,7 +21870,7 @@ climbed Carmel's towering crest. And now the swiftest marching seemed feeble. Jerusalem was nigh—Jerusalem, the city of God, goal of every hope, for whose deliverance myriads had laid down their lives. The toilsome -way through Illyria, the passage-at-arms at Dorylæum, +way through Illyria, the passage-at-arms at Dorylæum, the march of agony through "Burning Phrygia," the starving, the death grapple in battle, and the pestilence at Antioch—all forgotten now! "God wills it! To Jerusalem!" @@ -21969,7 +21929,7 @@ half since the great cry had swelled around Urban at Clermont, that the Christian army set out for this last march to the Holy City. The Christian army—alas! not the army that had ridden forth from France,—that had arrayed -itself so splendidly on the plains of Nicæa! For of the +itself so splendidly on the plains of Nicæa! For of the hundred thousands, there were scarce fifty thousand left; and of these, twelve thousand alone were in full state for battle. The bones of the martyrs lined the long road @@ -22420,7 +22380,7 @@ from Cairo, bringing word that Iftikhar Eddauleh, the one-time Ismaelian chief, had landed at Alexandria, been received with high favor by the kalif and vizier, appointed to the chief command at Jerusalem, and was on his way -thither with heavy reënforcements for the garrison. Musa—ran +thither with heavy reënforcements for the garrison. Musa—ran the vizier's orders—was to retain his post as second; and with two such officers, so well schooled in the Christians' mode of warfare, the kalif made no doubt of a @@ -22678,7 +22638,7 @@ But she heeded little, only forced her way up the narrow street to regain the house. The throng made space for her, for they knew she was an emir's lady, and many improper deeds were forgiven on a day like this. She reached the -friendly portal; reëntered the harem. The cowering maids +friendly portal; reëntered the harem. The cowering maids and eunuchs stared at her dishevelled hair and dress, but hardly knew that she had been gone. Mary returned to her post on the housetop, and from the shouting in the @@ -22768,7 +22728,7 @@ army was coming from Egypt made them all speed. Out of the bare country Northern determination and Northern wit found timbers and water and munitions. They built catapults to cast arrows, mangonels to fling rocks. -Gaston of Béarn directed the erecting of three huge movable +Gaston of Béarn directed the erecting of three huge movable towers for mounting the ramparts. There were prayers and vows and exhortations; then on Thursday, the fourteenth of July, came the attack—the repulse.</p> @@ -23043,7 +23003,7 @@ followed his outburst; and after a pause he added bitterly: "Yes, fair lords; my cousin of Normandy speaks well; we are unworthy to deliver the Holy City. Let us go back to dear France, and think of our sins." Still silence; -and then, with an ominous tread, Gaston of Béarn entered, +and then, with an ominous tread, Gaston of Béarn entered, in full armor and with drawn sword.</p> <p>"Good brothers," quoth he, gazing about a little blankly, @@ -23367,7 +23327,7 @@ full upon her; she was sure she was never more beautiful than at that instant, when her face was bloodless as Parian marble. One resolve was in her heart—to let Iftikhar gather no sweets by her vain agony and tears. She was the -great Greek princess, with the blood of Cæsars in her veins, +great Greek princess, with the blood of Cæsars in her veins, never more conscious of her dignity and pride.</p> <p>The weak house door had shivered. There was a heavy @@ -23914,7 +23874,7 @@ more furious than the last. This time the champion in gilded mail laid about him among the Christians as if Satan's self were raging against God's saints. Richard pressed hard toward him to cross swords; but the strife -held them asunder. Gaston of Béarn measured strength +held them asunder. Gaston of Béarn measured strength with the arch-infidel, and all the Franks groaned when they saw the Viscount fall. But his vassals sprang over him, and locked their shields around him, making the @@ -24070,7 +24030,7 @@ was the summit of the tower.</p> <p>"Forward again! For the love of Christ! Forward!" Godfrey's voice; and it swelled into the sound of ocean -waves as ten thousand throats reëchoed it. The Moslems +waves as ten thousand throats reëchoed it. The Moslems were uplifting a howl of wild despair. Did they fight men or sheytans, whose home was flame? But Richard saw the champion of the gilded mail still on the ramparts. The @@ -24600,7 +24560,7 @@ fix themselves in the memory."—<span class="smcap">Nancy Huston Banks</spa <p>"Mr. Davis has done his work with a seriousness and dignity that indicate remarkable maturity of mind and of purpose. The plot of his story is -stirring, as a portrayal of the times when Julius Cæsar was rising into power +stirring, as a portrayal of the times when Julius Cæsar was rising into power could hardly fail to make it; but the characters have not been allowed to degenerate into mere puppets for carrying on the vigorous action. The author's conception of well-known historical characters is extremely interesting. @@ -24624,381 +24584,6 @@ vital relations with our own times."—<cite>Smith College Monthly.</cite></ <p>Variations in spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been retained except in obvious cases of typographical error.</p> </div> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of God Wills It!, by William Stearns Davis - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GOD WILLS IT! *** - -***** This file should be named 41549-h.htm or 41549-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/4/1/5/4/41549/ - -Produced by sp1nd and the Online Distributed Proofreading -Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from -images generously made available by The Internet Archive) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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