Showing posts with label Middle Ages (Europe). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Middle Ages (Europe). Show all posts

Friday, October 1, 2010

WHO AM I?

Or more to the point, who am I referring to? Of whom is Saladin speaking in this passage from Chapter 8 of The Swords of Faith, a novel about the Third Crusade by Richard Warren Field?
September 19, 1187
The Road from Ascalon to Jerusalem
Mid Morning

“He is asking my permission to violate his oath,” Saladin said. He was smiling as he shook his head.
Saladin and his entourage of guards and top command leaders had halted in the midst of a large column of soldiers. Support personnel with supplies, including catapults and large wooden components for siege engines, marched with the column. The column moved at a comfortable travel speed across a gently rolling, brownish-green terrain, through a mild, late summer climate. Saladin’s entourage remained mounted.
Saladin held up a letter he had just finished reading. “He says the people of Jerusalem have taken him into custody and demand he organize the defense of the city.” 
Taqi al-Din frowned with an “I-told-you-so” expression, then snorted in disgust. “Why do we ever accept the oaths of these Franks?” 
“At least he asks permission to violate the oath,” al-Adil said. “Usually the Franks just get one of their priests to release them from the oath, on the grounds that an oath to a non-Christian is not binding.” 
Saladin studied the letter. “We keep hoping to teach our opponents … something of honor.” He grinned. “XXXX writes me in perfect Arabic, respectfully, as if I am his sultan.” 
Taqi al-Din shrugged. 
“He’ll violate his oath. We know that,” al-Fadil said. “Make him squirm. Deny him permission.” 
Saladin shook his head. “Since we know he will violate the oath regardless of what we say, it costs us nothing to be magnanimous. We have yet another opportunity to demonstrate the superiority of our faith.” 
Al-Adil nodded. Taqi al-Din grinned. Al-Fadil shrugged. 
“In fact, we’ll take it a step further.” Saladin looked at Imad al-Din.
“Prepare our reply. Release XXXX from his oath.” He turned to his guards. 
“Take a squad. Tell XXXX we will escort his wife and children to Tyre, their safety guaranteed by my orders.” 
“What if XXXX believes this is a trick to take his wife and children hostage?” al-Fadil asked. 
Taqi al-Din laughed out loud. 
“They know our sultan,” al-Adil said. “They’ll know it’s no trick.” 
Saladin smiled. His brother’s observation was the greatest compliment possible. Even his enemies could count on his reputation of honor. Adherence to the principles of Islam—the world knew this was the source of that reputation. 
“In the meantime,” Taqi al-Din said, “we have reports from our advance scouts that Franks from Jerusalem are gathering all the supplies they can find to prepare for our attack. We have posted advance guards around the water supplies.” 
“We will be in position outside the Holy City before the sun sets tomorrow. That will end their runs for supplies.” Saladin looked at Taqi al-Din. “Don’t despair of our gesture of generosity to XXXX. The Holy City’s days of captivity will be ended by fire and sword as I have sworn. XXXX may yet curse his presence there to witness our triumph. Within the next four Fridays, we will have Friday prayers in the Holy City.” 
Taqi al-Din nodded and smiled.
Click comment below to post your answer. Even if only to have an educated guess, or just a stab in the dark. Here's a clue: If you saw the movie “Kingdom of  Heaven,” you may have an advantage.

1.    King Guy/Guy of Lusignan
2.    Conrad of Montferrat
3.    Balian of Ibelin
4.    Richard the Lionheart

When a few answers have rolled in, I'll give more details about this event in history included what each of the above were up to at this time. Meanwhile, you can find out more at Richard's website.

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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

WHO AM I?

"When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes"
Which medieval scholar said that? Clue: he was born in Rotterdam.

A. Thomas Aquinas
B. Desiderius Erasmus
C. Venerable Bede

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

WHERE AM I?

Here’s a short passage from The Game of Kings by Dorothy Dunnett, book one of the Lymond Chronicles. Dunnett was a true great in our historical fiction genre, best known for her two superb series, The Lymond Chronicles and The House of Niccolo, ranging all over Europe in the 15th and 16th centuries while being anchored in Scotland, and for King Hereafter, the 11th century story of Earl Thorfinn of Orkney whom Dorothy believed was also King Macbeth. Our contributor here, Jen Black, says: “Game of Kings is a fantastic read for sheer plotting brilliance and the sizzling dialogue. If there are patches of slightly mauve prose, then you have to remember it was written nearly fifty years ago. I've grown up with the Lymond Chronicles and compared every other historical to them and mostly found them wanting.”

So, name the city:

Rumour of the hurried Assize had reached the streets by midday, and by two o'clock the Lawnmarket from the Butter Tron to St. Giles was thick with people. By mid afternoon, a further rumour spread that the prisoner, taken out through the Castle postern, was already in the Tolbooth. As this became known there was a good deal of shouting, and someone with no religious intent started up the 109th Psalm; the grave words, used ceremonially at a degradation for treason, yammered on the wind up to St. Giles' sunny crown.

Plenty of clues there. Click on comment and join in. If you’re a Dunnett fan, tell us your favourite book of hers, and why.
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Friday, May 28, 2010

WHERE AM I?

It’s a cliché I know, but when you can’t put down a novel of almost 800 pages and, once finished with a satisfied sigh, the story remains fresh for years, then you have encountered a true great. The Sword and the Scimitar by David Ball (Arrow Books), also released under the title Ironfire, is an epic tale set against the backdrop of the 16th century conflict between Christian Europe and the Islamic Ottoman empire. It’s got everything – slavery, war, betrayal, bravery and love. It’s also superbly researched – I’ve checked out this location thoroughly! So where am I?

In Birgu, in the conventual chapel of St Lawrence, where it was the eighteenth day of May, Anno Domini 1565, the Grand Master solemnly addressed his knights. Behind him, resting in its jewelled silver case on a stand of velvet, was the most sacred of the Order’s relics, the severed hand of John the Baptist. “A swarm of barbarians are rushing upon our island. It is the great battle of the Cross and the Crescent which is now to be fought,” La Valette said, in his voice of iron. “We are the chosen soldiers of Christ. The hope of all Christendom rests upon our efforts. If heaven requires the sacrifice of our lives, there can be no better occasion than this.” His knights shared the body and blood of Christ, took up their armor and weapons, and streamed from the church, racing for their assigned stations.
Aboard the galley Alisa it was the Sabbath, the seventeenth day of the month of Shawwal, in the year 972 of the Hijrah of the Prophet. Beneath a fluttering green banner of Mohammed emblazoned with the red crescent of the Ottomans, Asha Raïs finished his ablutions and knelt on his prayer mat. He faced the rising sun, pressing his forehead to the mat. He listened to the fervent prayer of the mokkadem on the flagship, whose voices floated like the morning mists over the water and through the fleet.
“And those who disbelieve will be gathered unto hell, that Allah may separate the wicked from the good. The wicked he will place piece upon piece, and heap them all together, and consign them unto hell.”

Lots of clues there! Click comment for your answers
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