EPILOGUE
1245 AD, Five Years After The Events of the Previous Chapter
“Reports from the Holy Land, sir.”
Senior Master Scribe Robert De Quar thanked the messenger and carried the satchel of parchments into the room. Setting them down on the wooden table kicked up a cloud of dust, so Robert decided to vacate the room for a little while. Promotion doesn’t mean better accommodation, apparently. This is to be my life until I pass from this world? Sitting in a dark room organizing papers?
Robert had been pressured to join the clergy at a young age, to serve God and his fellows. Being raised in a pious family right here in Rome made it so that Robert would eventually grow up to serve the church itself. He didn’t want to be a priest, though, so Robert chose to serve in another capacity – an unbiased scribe serving the Lord by spreading the truth to the four corners of the world. He was allowed to travel and see things many of his own friends would never even dream of laying their eyes on. And he had found it meaningful.
Until now.
Robert saw first-hand what was being done with the reports brought sent to Rome from the Holy Land. Nothing. Even the ones he had spent hours painstakingly writing with his own hands were ignored. The warnings about the injustices, the severe conditions, the shortage of food and men. Either it didn’t matter enough to the Pope what was going on in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, or he knew but didn’t care. Both possibilities were highly unsettling.
Robert opened a window to let some fresh air in. As he saw the people milling about, chatting and going about their own business, he couldn’t help but wonder whether they would still be as comfortable and blissful knowing the horrors going on in ‘that faraway desert land’.
The talk of the city for the past few months had been nothing but Lord Henri’s crusade. It had made good progress, with news reaching Rome more than a year ago that Lord Henri had landed at Nicosia. The crusade had stalled there for almost two months, with Lord Henri writing back that he had to ‘bring order to a city in turmoil’, a most curious description, but probably reasonable given that it was the last city under Crusader States control.
From there he had landed at Acre, the stronghold of the Templars, where he had spent another three months quartering his troops, for reasons unknown. Lord Henri had sent out almost a hundred scouting parties, some even venturing as far as Aleppo, again for reasons unknown. The Pope had gotten most distressed about this delay, and there was talk amongst the bishops that perhaps the wrong man had been chosen to lead the crusade.
Fools. Robert thought to himself, shaking his head. They know not what it is like to command an army so large and so far from home. They had no experience managing logistics, supplies, morale of the men and the many other finer details that had to be paid attention to when leading an army.
With the air in the musty room having improved somewhat, Robert returned to his desk and opened the first of four scrolls.
Two hundred pilgrims led by a hermit and a saint have arrived safely at Jerusalem.
Robert furrowed his brow. That was the sixth such report in the past four months. Large groups of pilgrims making their way to Jerusalem unharmed and being allowed into the city. They could not possibly all be false. But why would the Saracens allow this?
The next scroll was longer, and was a detailed summary of the crusader army’s logistics and supplies. The Pope would never read that.
The next scroll immediately piqued Robert’s interest. It was written by one of the novice scribes that Robert himself had assigned to the crusade. It documented how the crusade had moved off from Acre three months ago and marched straight towards Jerusalem.
Surprisingly, midway to the famed city, Lord Henri had come face to face with the Ayyubid Sultan’s army. They were at a severe disadvantage, outnumbered 3 to 1, and with the terrain being unfavourable to the crusader army. What intrigued Robert to no end, though, was the fact that the crusaders were allowed to march on to Jerusalem after surrendering their arms and armour.
The crusade was now returning to Rome. Lord Henri had decided to stay in the Holy Land, and has been seen in the company of two noble ladies – one elder and one younger – as well as a young boy. Command of the crusade had been passed on to a French general.
Stunned, Robert picked up the last scroll. It was a report from one of the deacons travelling with the crusade under orders of the Pope.
This one written in a darker tone and mainly mentioned the encounter midway to Jerusalem, but with one more detail that had not been noted down in the previous scroll. The deacon had expressed concern that a young Christian man dressed like a noble was observed to be at the Ayyubid Sultan’s side at all times. The deacon had brought up his concerns to Lord Henri, who much to the shock and anger of the deacon, waved away all of his concerns. The deacon had therefore taken it upon himself to investigate further, and from what he could gather, the man was serving in an advisory capacity to the Ayyubid Sultan.
Most curious. Robert wondered. If he was twenty years younger, Robert would have come up with all sorts of theories and stories as to how this had happened, but now he had little time for mysteries and the imaginations of hot tempered priests. A Christian noble serving the Saracens. Perhaps it is God’s will that it be so.
Then, cursing his knees, he stood and gathered the scrolls to present them to one of the cardinals.