Part 45 (1/2)

”King and n.o.bles, be not mistaken. These knights are my prisoners, as you are, and none have shown themselves braver to-day, or done me and mine more damage. Indeed, had it not been for my guards, within the hour I should have fallen beneath the sword of Sir G.o.dwin. But as they know Arabic, I have asked them to render my words into your tongue. Do you accept them as interpreters? If not, others must be found.”

When they had translated this, the king said that he accepted them, adding to G.o.dwin:

”Would that I had also accepted you two nights gone as an interpreter of the will of Heaven!”

The Sultan bade his captains be seated, and seeing their terrible thirst, commanded slaves to bring a great bowl of sherbet made of rose-water cooled with snow, and with his own hand gave it to king Guy. He drank in great gulps, then pa.s.sed the bowl to Reginald de Chatillon, whereon Saladin cried out to G.o.dwin:

”Say to the king it is he and not I who gives this man to drink.

There is no bond of salt between me and the prince Arnat.”

G.o.dwin translated, sorrowfully enough, and Reginald, who knew the habits of the Saracens, answered:

”No need to explain, Sir Knight, those words are my death-warrant. Well, I never expected less.”

Then Saladin spoke again.

”Prince Arnat, you strove to take the holy city of Mecca and to desecrate the tomb of the Prophet, and then I swore to kill you.

Again, when in a time of peace a caravan came from Egypt and pa.s.sed by Esh-Shobek, where you were, forgetting your oath, you fell upon them and slew them. They asked for mercy in the name of Allah, saying that there was truce between Saracen and Frank. But you mocked them, telling them to seek aid from Mahomet, in whom they trusted. Then for the second time I swore to kill you. Yet I give you one more chance. Will you subscribe the Koran and embrace the faith of Islam? Or will you die?”

Now the lips of Reginald turned pale, and for a moment he swayed upon his seat. Then his courage came back to him, and he answered in a strong voice:

”Sultan, I will have none of your mercy at such a price, nor do I bow the knee to your dog of a false prophet, who perish in the faith of Christ, and, being weary of the world, am content to go to Him.”

Saladin sprang to his feet, his very beard bristling with wrath, and drawing his sabre, shouted aloud:

”You scorn Mahomet! Behold! I avenge Mahomet upon you! Take him away!” And he struck him with the flat of his scimitar.

Then Mameluks leapt upon the prince. Dragging him to the entrance of the tent, they forced him to his knees and there beheaded him in sight of the soldiers and of the other prisoners.

Thus, bravely enough, died Reginald de Chatillon, whom the Saracens called prince Arnat. In the hush that followed this terrible deed king Guy said to G.o.dwin:

”Ask the Sultan if it is my turn next.”

”Nay,” answered Saladin; ”kings do not kill kings, but that truce-breaker has met with no more than his deserts.”

Then came a scene still more dreadful. Saladin went to the door of his tent, and standing over the body of Reginald, bade them parade the captive Templars and Hospitallers before him. They were brought to the number of over two hundred, for it was easy to distinguish them by the red and white crosses on their b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”These also are faith-breakers,” he shouted, ”and of their unclean tribes will I rid the world. Ho! my emirs and doctors of the law,” and he turned to the great crowd of his captains about him, ”take each of you one of them and kill him.”

Now the emirs hung back, for though fanatics they were brave, and loved not this slaughter of defenceless men, and even the Mameluks murmured aloud.

But Saladin cried again:

”They are worthy of death, and he who disobeys my command shall himself be slain.”

”Sultan,” said G.o.dwin, ”we cannot witness such a crime; we ask that we may die with them.”

”Nay,” he answered; ”you have eaten of my salt, and to kill you would be murder. Get you to the tent of the princess of Baalbec yonder, for there you will see nothing of the death of these Franks, your fellow-wors.h.i.+ppers.”

So the brethren turned, and led by a Mameluk, fled aghast for the first time in their lives, past the long lines of Templars and Hospitallers, who in the last red light of the dying day knelt upon the sand and prayed, while the emirs came up to kill them.