The Templar Knight. Jan Guillou

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      ‘But if you speak in this way, you are not my enemy,’ said Yussuf. ‘You quote from the Holy Koran, which is God’s Word. What you say does apply to me, but not to you for the time being. For the faithful, all of this is as clear as water, but what is it for you? In truth, I know as much about Jesus as you know about the Prophet, may peace be with him. But what did Jesus say about the Holy War? Did Jesus speak a single word about you entering paradise if you killed me?’

      ‘Let us not quarrel about this,’ said the Templar knight with a confident wave of his hand, as if everything had suddenly become petty, although they could all see his uncertainty. ‘Our beliefs are not the same, even though they have many similarities. But we have to live in the same land, fighting each other in the worse case, making treaties and conducting business in the best case. Now let us speak of other matters. It is my wish, as your guest.’

      They were all aware how Yussuf had driven his opponent into a corner where he had no more defences. Jesus had clearly never said anything about it being pleasing to God to kill Saracens. But when pressed harder, the Templar knight had still managed to wriggle out of the difficult situation by referring to the faithfuls’ own unwritten laws of hospitality. And so his wish had to be granted; he was the guest, after all.

      ‘In truth, you do know a great deal about your enemy, Templar knight,’ said Yussuf. Both his voice and expression showed that he was very pleased at having won the discussion.

      ‘As we agreed, it is necessary to know your enemy,’ replied the Templar knight in a low voice, his eyes downcast.

      They sat in silence for a while, gazing into their mocha cups, since it seemed difficult to start up the conversation in a natural way after Yussuf’s victory. But then the silence was again shattered by the sound of beasts. This time they all knew it was animals and not some devilish creature, and it sounded as if they were attacking someone or something, and then as if they were fleeing, with howls of pain and death.

      ‘Armand’s sword is sharp, as I said,’ murmured the Templar knight.

      ‘Why in the name of peace did you take your corpses with you?’ asked Fahkr, who was thinking the same thing as his brothers of the faith.

      ‘Of course it would have been better to take them alive. Then they would not have smelled so foul on the way home, and they could have travelled with ease. But tomorrow it will be a hot day; we must start our journey early to get them to Jerusalem before they begin to stink too much,’ replied the Templar knight.

      ‘But if you had taken them prisoner, if you had taken them alive to Al Quds, what would have happened to them then?’ persisted Fahkr.

      ‘We would have turned them over to our emir in Jerusalem, who is one of the highest ranking in our order. He would have turned them over to the worldly powers, and they would have been disrobed, except for that which covers their modesty, and hung up on the wall by the rock,’ replied the Templar knight, as if it were quite obvious.

      ‘But you have already killed them. Why not disrobe them here and leave them to the fate they deserve? Why do you defend their bodies against the wild animals?’ asked Fahkr, as if he did not want to give up or did not understand.

      ‘We will still hang them there,’ replied the Templar knight. ‘Everyone must see that whoever robs pilgrims will end up hanging there. That is a holy promise from our order, and it must always be kept, as long as God helps us.’

      ‘But what will you do with their weapons and clothes?’ wondered Emir Moussa, speaking as if he wanted to bring the conversation down to a more practical level. ‘Surely they must have had quite a few valuables on them.’

      ‘Yes, but they are all stolen goods,’ replied the Templar knight, some of his old self-assurance back. ‘Except for their weapons and armour, for which we have no use. But their thieves’ cache is in a grotto up where Armand and I have our camp. We will take heavily laden horses home with us tomorrow; keep in mind that those beasts have been plundering here for more than half a year.’

      ‘But you are not allowed to own anything,’ objected Yussuf mildly, raising his right eyebrow, as if he thought that he had once again won the argument.

      ‘No, I am not allowed to own anything!’ exclaimed the Templar knight in surprise. ‘If you think we would take the thieves’ treasures for our own, you are greatly mistaken. We will place all the stolen goods outside the Church of the Holy Sepulchre next Sunday, and if those who have been robbed can find their possessions, they can have them back.’

      ‘But surely most of those who were robbed are now dead,’ said Yussuf quietly.

      ‘They may have heirs who are alive, but whatever is not claimed will be donated to our order,’ replied the Templar knight.

      ‘That is a most interesting explanation for what I have heard, that you consider yourselves too good to plunder a battlefield,’ said Yussuf with a smile, seeming to think he had won another exchange of words.

      ‘No, we do not take plunder from battlefields,’ replied the Templar knight coldly. ‘But that should not present a problem, since there are so many others who do. If we have taken part in a victory, we turn at once toward God. If you would like to hear what your own Koran has to say about plundering a battlefield…’

      ‘Thank you, no!’ Yussuf interrupted him, holding up a hand in warning. ‘We would prefer not to return to a topic of conversation since it would seem that you, an infidel, know more than we do about the Word of the Prophet, may peace be with him. Let me instead ask you a very candid question.’

      ‘Yes. Ask me a candid question, and it shall be given the answer it deserves,’ replied the Templar knight, holding up his hands, palm out, to show, in the manner of the faithful, that he agreed to change the topic of conversation.

      ‘You said that the truce between us would soon be over. Is it Brins Arnat you are referring to?’

      ‘You know a great deal, Yussuf. Brins Arnat, whom we call Reynald de Châtillon, has begun plundering again. And by the way he is no “prince” but an evil man who is unfortunately allied with the Knights Templar. This I know, and I regret it. I would rather not be his ally, but I obey orders. But no, he is not the major problem.’

      ‘Then it must be something about that new prince, who came from the land of the Franks with a great army. What is it he is called: Filus something or other?’

      ‘No,’ said the Templar knight with a smile. ‘He is indeed Filus, meaning the son of someone. His name is Philip of Flanders, he is a duke, and yes, he came with a great army. But now I must warn you before we continue this conversation.’

      ‘Why is that?’ asked Yussuf, feigning nonchalance. ‘I have your word. Have you ever broken a vow you have sworn?’

      ‘I once made a vow that I have not yet been able to fulfil; it will take ten years before I can do so, if it is God’s will. But I have never broken a promise and, may God help me, I never will.’

      ‘Well then. Why should our truce be broken because of the arrival of someone named Filus from some Flamsen? Surely such things happen all the time.’

      The Templar knight gave Yussuf a long, searching look, but Yussuf did not avert his eyes. This went on for some time; both refused to give in.

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