William Stearns Davis

“God Wills It!”

A Tale of the First Crusade

Warsaw 2022

Contents

PREFACE

PROLOGUE. HOW HILDEBRAND GAVE A BATTLE CRY

I. HOW BARON WILLIAM SALLIED FORTH

II. HOW RICHARD WON THREE FRIENDS

III. HOW RICHARD WON A BROTHER

IV. HOW RICHARD WENT TO PALERMO

V. HOW RICHARD WON TWO FOES

VI. HOW ROLLO MET INSULT

VII. HOW DE VALMONT SENT HIS GAGE

VIII. HOW IFTIKHAR SPED A VAIN ARROW

IX. HOW TRENCHEFER DROVE HOME

X. HOW IFTIKHAR SAID FAREWELL TO SICILY

XI. HOW RICHARD FARED TO AUVERGNE

XII. HOW RICHARD CAME TO ST. JULIEN

XIII. HOW RICHARD SINNED AGAINST HEAVEN

XIV. HOW RICHARD’S SIN WAS REWARDED

XV. HOW RICHARD FOUND THE CRUCIFIX

XVI. HOW LADY IDE FORGAVE RICHARD

XVII. HOW RICHARD SAW PETER THE HERMIT

XVIII. HOW RICHARD MET GODFREY OF BOUILLON

XIX. HOW RICHARD TOOK THE CROSS

XX. HOW RICHARD RECEIVED GREAT MERCY

XXI. HOW RICHARD RETURNED TO LA HAYE

XXII. HOW RICHARD PARTED WITH HIS BROTHER

XXIII. HOW IFTIKHAR’S MESSENGER RETURNED

XXIV. HOW THEY SLEW THE FIRST INFIDEL

XXV. HOW DUKE GODFREY SAVED THE DAY

XXVI. HOW RICHARD WAS AGAIN CHASTENED

XXVII. HOW THE ARMY CAME TO ANTIOCH

XXVIII. HOW RICHARD REGAINED HIS BROTHER

XXIX. HOW IFTIKHAR BORE HOME HIS PRIZE

XXX. HOW THERE WAS FESTIVAL AT ALEPPO

XXXI. HOW MARY REDEEMED HER SOUL

XXXII. HOW MORGIANA PROFFERED TWO CUPS

XXXIII. HOW EYBEK TURNED GRAY

XXXIV. HOW MUSA PRACTISED MAGIC

XXXV. HOW RICHARD HEARD A SONG

XXXVI. HOW THE ISMAELIANS SAW TRENCHEFER

XXXVII. HOW ROLLO CARRIED WEIGHT

XXXVIII. HOW RICHARD AND MUSA AGAIN PARTED

XXXIX. HOW PETER BARTHELMY HAD A DREAM

XL. HOW THE HOLY LANCE WAS FOUND

XLI. HOW LIGHT SMOTE DARKNESS

XLII. HOW MORGIANA WOUND HER LAST SPELL

XLIII. HOW THE ARMY SAW JERUSALEM

XLIV. HOW MORGIANA BROUGHT WARNING

XLV. HOW RICHARD HAD SPEECH WITH MUSA

XLVI. HOW IFTIKHAR CEASED FROM TROUBLING

XLVII. HOW TRENCHEFER WAS BROKEN

XLVIII. HOW RICHARD SAW THE SUN RISE

PREFACE

THE First Crusade was the sacrifice of France for the sins of the Dark Ages. Alone of all the Crusades it succeeded, despite its surrender of countless lives. No Richard of England, no St. Louis led; its heroes were the nobles and peasants of France and Norman Italy, who endured a thousand perils and hewed their victorious way to Jerusalem. In this Crusade united Feudalism and Papacy won their greatest triumph. Notwithstanding the self-seeking of a few, the mass of the Crusaders were true to their profession,–they sought no worldly gain, but to wash out their sins in infidel blood. In this Crusade also the alien civilizations of Christendom and Islam were brought into a dramatic collision which has few historic counterparts.

Except in Scott’s “Count Robert of Paris,” which deals wholly with the Constantinople episode, I believe the First Crusade has not been interpreted in fiction. Possibly, therefore, the present book may have a slight value, as seeking to tell the story of the greatest event of a great age.

I have sometimes used modern spellings instead of unfamiliar eleventh-century names. The Crusade chronicles often contradict one another, and once or twice I have taken trifling liberties. To Mr. S. S. Drury and Mr. Charles Hill, University friends who have rendered kind aid on several historical details, I owe many thanks.

W. S. D.

Harvard University.

PROLOGUE. HOW HILDEBRAND GAVE A BATTLE CRY

High noon in Italy. Without, a hot sun, a blue bay, a slow sea-breeze; within, a vaulted chamber, bare stone walls, a few blazoned pennons upon the pillars, here and there pictured tapestries, where one might see many a merry tourney and passage-at-arms. Very gentle were the footfalls, though the room was not empty: the whispers were so low that the droning buzz of a bee, which had stolen in at the narrow window, sounded loud as a mill wheel. There were a score of persons in the chamber: tonsured priests in white stoles, and monks in black cassocks; knights in silvered hauberks; a white-robed Moor with the eyes of a falcon and the teeth of a cat; and a young lad, Richard, son of Sir William the castellan, a shy boy of twelve, who sat upon the stone window seat, blinking his great eyes and wondering what it all might mean. No eye rested on the lad: the company had thought only for one object,–a figure that turned wearily on the velvet pillows, half raised itself, sank once more. Then came a thin voice, gentle as a woman’s:–

“Abd Rahman, come: feel my wrist, and do not fear to speak the truth.”

The Moor at the foot of the bed rose from the rushes whereon he had been squatting; stole noiselessly to the sick man’s side. From the arch of the vault above dangled a silver ball. The Moor smote the ball, and with his eye counted the slow vibrations while his hand held the wrist. Even the vagrant bee stopped humming while the sphere swung to and fro for a long minute. Then without a word Abd Rahman crept to a low table where a lamp was heating a silver vial, and on which other vials and spoons were lying. He turned the warm red elixir into a spoon, and brought it to the dying man. There was a rush of color to the pallid cheeks, with a striving to rise from the pillow; but the Moor again held his wrist. Another long silence,–then the question from the bed:–

“Do not hesitate. Is it near the end?”

Abd Rahman salaamed until his turban touched the rushes.

“Sheik Gregorius, all life save Allah’s is mortal,” said he in mongrel Latin.

At the words, there ran a shiver and sobbing through all the company; the priests were kissing their crucifixes; the monks were on their knees,–and had begun to mutter Agnus Dei, qui tolles peccata mundi, miserere nobis!The sufferer’s voice checked them.

“Sweet children, what is this? Sorrow? Tears? Rather should you not rejoice that God has remembered my long travail, and opens wide the doorway to the dwellings of His rest?” But the answer was renewed sobbing. Only Abd Rahman crouched impassive. To him death was death, for Nubian slave or lordly Kalif.

“Draw nearer, dear brothers, my children in Christ,” came the voice from the bed. “Let me see your faces; my sight grows dim. The end is not far.”

So they stood close by, those prelates and knights of the stout Norman fortress city of Salerno, on that five-and-twentieth of May, in the year of grace one thousand and eighty-five. None spoke. Each muttered his own prayer, and looked upon the face of the dying. As they stood, the sun dropped a beam athwart the pillows, and lit up the sick man’s face. It was a pale, thin, wasted face, the eyelids half drooping, the eyes now lack-lustre, now touched by fretful and feverish fire; the scanty gray hair tonsured, the shaven lips drawn tensely, so wan that the blue veins showed, as they did through the delicate hands at rest on the coverings. Yet the onlookers saw a majesty more 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 silence was again waxing long.

“Dear children,” said the dying Pope, “have you no word for me before I go?” Whereupon the lordliest prelate of them all, the Archbishop of Salerno, fell on his knees, and cried aloud:–

“Oh, Sanctissime! how can we endure when you are reft from us? Shall we not be unshepherded sheep amongst ravening wolves; forsaken to the devices of Satan! Oh, Father, if indeed you are the Vicar of Our Lord, beg that He will spare us this loss; and even now He will lengthen out your days, as God rewarded the good Hezekiah, and you will be restored to us and to Holy Church!” But there was a weary smile upon Gregory’s pale face.

“No, my brother, be not afraid. I go to the visible presence of Our Lord: before His very throne I will commend you all to His mercy.” Then the dim eyes wandered round the room. “Where is Odon? Where is Odon, Bishop of Ostia? Not here?–”

“Beatissime” said old Desidarius, Abbot of Monte Casino, “we have sent urgent messages to Capua, bidding him come with speed.”

A wistful shadow passed across the face of Gregory.

“I pray God I may give him my blessing before I die.”

He coughed violently; another vial of Abd Rahman’s elixir quieted him, but even the imperturbable face of the Moor told that the medicine could profit little.

“Let us partake of the body and blood of Our Lord,” said Gregory; and the priests brought in a golden chalice and gilded pyx, containing the holy mysteries. They chanted the Gloria Patriwith trembling voices; the archbishop knelt at the bedside, proffering the pyx. But at that instant the lad, Richard, as he sat and wondered, saw the Pope’s waxen face flush dark; he saw the thin hands crush the coverings into folds, and put by the elements.

“I forget; I am first the Vicar of Christ; second, Hildebrand, the sinner. I have yet one duty before I can stand at God’s judgment seat.” The archbishop rose to his feet, and the holy vessel quaked in his hand; for he saw on the brow of Gregory the black clouds, foretelling the stroke of the lightning.

“What is your command, Sanctissime?” he faltered.

And the Pope answered, lifting himself unaided:–

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