The Templar Knight. Jan Guillou

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      ‘Hmm. You and Odo became good friends, I heard?’

      ‘True. And we still are.’

      ‘But now he is Grand Master, and that’s good. That solves the problem of supping with the greatest enemy of Christendom. Some brothers may be upset by it, as you know.’

      ‘I do. And what do you think about this matter?’

      ‘I’m on your side. You kept your word as a Templar knight. And if I understood correctly you gained some information?’

      ‘Yes. War will be upon us in two weeks at the earliest, and no later than two months from now. That is what I believe I learned.’

      ‘Tell us. What more do we know? And what can we believe?’

      ‘Saladin knew a great deal: that Philip of Flanders and a vast host of the worldly armies and the Hospitallers are on their way up into Syria, presumably heading for Hama or Homs, not for Damascus and Saladin himself. But having learned of this, Saladin is travelling with great haste and without an escort south toward El Arish, I believe, though he told me he was on his way to Cairo. He is not making this journey because he wants to flee the Christian army in the north. So his intention is to attack us from the south now that he knows that more than half our forces are located far to the north. That is my conclusion.’

      Jerusalem’s Master exchanged a glance with his brother and weapons master Guy, who gave him a curt nod of agreement to his unspoken question.

      War was on its way. Saladin trusted that his forces in the north were sufficiently prepared to be able to hold the enemy in place. If at the same time he could drive an Egyptian army up through Outremer, then he could penetrate deep without meeting stiff resistance, perhaps all the way to Jerusalem. It was a terrifying thought, but they could not close their eyes to the possibility.

      In that case the first battle would take place near Gaza, where Arn was in command as master of the fortress. The castle in Gaza was by no means one of the stronger ones, and it was defended by only 40 knights and 280 sergeants. It was inconceivable that Saladin would stop there and beat himself bloody against the walls. With a large enough army and good siege engines he could take Gaza. Few castles were as impregnable as Krak des Chevaliers or Beaufort. But the effort would cost him much more than it would benefit him. No one took a castle of the Knights Templar without great losses. And if they won, there would be no captives of any value to make up for all the costs; such a long and bloody siege would also mean a great loss of time.

      So Saladin’s army would probably bypass Gaza, possibly leaving a small siege force outside the walls. But what would be their next objective? Ashkelon. Taking back Ashkelon after twenty-five years would not be a stupid idea. It could be a victory of significance and provide a Saracen stronghold along the coast north of Gaza. It would cut off the Knights Templar in Gaza from Jerusalem. Ashkelon was a plausible objective.

      But if Saladin did not meet particularly great resistance, and it didn’t look as though he would, what would prevent him from heading straight for Jerusalem itself?

      Not a thing.

      The unpleasant conclusion was impossible to avoid. Saladin had first united Syria and Egypt under one commander and one sultan, just as he had said he would do. But he had also sworn to retake the holy city, which the infidels called Al Quds.

      Decisions had to be made. The Grand Master, Odo de Saint Armand, who was now in Acre, had to be warned. Brothers of the Order had to be called in to reinforce both Jerusalem and Gaza. The king, that unfortunate leprous boy, and his court riddled with intrigue had to be warned. Messengers would have to ride off that very night at full speed in many directions.

      Because momentous decisions are often easier to make than small, unimportant ones, the whole matter was soon settled. Weapons master Guy left the other two alone to take care of all the tasks that had to be accomplished before dawn.

      Arnoldo de Torroja, Jerusalem’s Master, had remained seated at the table the whole time he was leading the discussion and issuing orders. But after the iron-clad door had closed behind the swiftly departing weapons master, he stood up with an effort and gestured to Arn to follow him. The two men then crossed the big, empty space of the Order Hall, heading for a side entrance that led out to an arcade with a view. They stood there a while with their hands propped on the stone railing, looking out over the darkened city and taking in the smells carried on the mild summer breeze: meat frying and spices, garbage and decay, perfumes, incense, and camel and horse droppings, all combined in the same sort of mixture that God had created of life itself: high and low, ugly and beautiful, delightful and loathsome.

      ‘What would you have done, Arn? I mean if you were Saladin, if you’ll pardon the impudent comparison,’ asked Arnoldo de Torroja at last.

      ‘There’s nothing to apologize for; Saladin is a magnificent foe and we all know it, even you, Arnoldo,’ replied Arn. ‘But I know what you’re thinking; both you and I would have done something altogether different in his place. We would have tried to draw the enemy into our area, extending the test of strength, harassing the enemy with constant small attacks by Turkish knights, disturbing his sleep, poisoning the fountains in his path - all the things that Saracens usually do. If we had the chance to defeat a large Christian army, then we would have seen a huge advantage before spring, when we would have moved on Jerusalem.’

      ‘But Saladin, who knows how much we know of him and the way he usually thinks, will instead do something completely unexpected,’ said Arnoldo. ‘He will purposely risk Homs or Hama because he has set his sights on a larger prize.’

      ‘You have to admit that it’s both a bold and a logical plan,’ Arn continued the thought.

      ‘Yes, I have to admit that it is. But thanks to your…unusual measures, or whatever we should call them, may God have mercy on you, at least now we are prepared. It could mean the difference between keeping Jerusalem in our hands and losing it.’

      ‘In that case I believe God does have mercy on me,’ Arn muttered in annoyance. ‘Any chaplain could set about praising the Lord and say that the Lord had sent the enemy into my arms in order to save Jerusalem for us!’

      Arnoldo de Torroja, who was not used to being reprimanded by subordinates, turned in surprise and gave his young friend a searching look. But the dim light in the arcade made it hard to interpret the other’s gaze.

      ‘You’re my friend, Arn, but don’t abuse that friendship, for it could cost you someday,’ he said peevishly. ‘Odo is the Grand Master now, but you may not have that protection forever.’

      ‘If Odo falls you will probably be the next Grand Master, and you too are my friend,’ said Arn as if commenting on the weather.

      This made Arnoldo completely lose all intention of showing stern leadership and instead he burst out laughing. If anyone had seen them, such behaviour would have seemed extremely out of place at this difficult hour, both for the Knights Templar and for Jerusalem.

      ‘You have been with us a long time, Arn, since you were very young, and you are like one of us in everything but your speech. Sometimes, my friend, one might think you were speaking with audacious candour. Is everyone of your Nordic race like this, or is it merely that we haven’t whipped the rascal out of your body yet?’

      ‘My body has been well whipped, don’t worry about that, Arnoldo,’ said Arn in the same unconcerned tone of voice. ‘It’s true that up there in the North, in what was once my home, we might speak with less fuss СКАЧАТЬ