Psalm1 cxviii. 6.
A summer-day in Syria was rapidly drawing toward its close, as a handful of European cavalry2, easily recognised by their flat-topped helmets, cumbrous hauberks, and chargers sheathed3 like their riders, in plate and mail, were toiling4 their weary way through the deep sand of the desert, scorched5 almost to the heat of molten lead by the intolerable glare of an eastern sun. Insignificant6 in numbers, but high of heart, confident from repeated success, elated with enthusiastic valor7, and inspiriting sense of a holy cause, they followed the guidance of their leader, one of the best and most tried lances of the temple, careless whither, and secure of triumph; their steel armor glowing like burnished8 gold, their lance-heads flashing in the level rays of the setting orb9, and the party-colored banner of the Beauseant hanging motionless in the still atmosphere.
Before them lay an interminable waste of bare and dusty plain, broken into long swells10 succeeding each other in monotonous11 regularity12, though occasionally varied13 by stunted14 patches of thorny15 shrubs16 and dwarf17 palm-trees. As they wheeled round one of these thickets18, their commander halted suddenly at the sight of some fifty horsemen, whose fluttering garb19 and turbaned116 crowns, as well as the springy pace of their Arab steeds, proclaimed them natives of the soil, winding20 along the bottom of the valley beneath him, with the stealthy silence of prowling tigers. Although the enemy nearly trebled his own force in numerical power, without a moment’s hesitation21 Albert of Vermandois arrayed his little band, and before the infidels had even discovered his presence, much less drawn22 a blade, or concentrated their scattered23 line, the dreaded24 war-cry rung upon their ears—“Ha! Beauseant! for the temple! for the temple!” and down thundered the irresistible25 charge of the western crusaders on their unguarded flank. Not an instant did the Saracens withstand the brunt of the Norman lance; they broke away on all sides, leaving a score of their companions stretched to rise no more on the bloody26 plain. Scarcely, however, had the victors checked their blown horses, or reorganized their phalanx, disordered by the hot struggle, when the distant clang of cymbal27, horn, and kettle-drum mingled28 with the shrill29 lelies of the heathen sounding in every direction, announced that their march had been anticipated, their route beset30, themselves surrounded. Hastily taking possession of the vantage-ground afforded by an abrupt31 hillock, and dismissing the lightest of his party to ride for life to the Christian32 camp, and demand immediate33 aid, Albert awaited the onset34 with the stern composure which springs from self-possession. A few minutes sufficed to show the Christians35 the extent of their embarrassment36, and the imminence37 of their peril38. Three heavy masses of cavalry were approaching them from as many different quarters; their gaudy39 turbans, gilded40 arms, and waving pennons of a hundred hues41, blazing in marked contrast to the stern and martial42 simplicity43 of the iron soldiers of the west. To the quick eye of Albert it was instantly evident that their hope consisted in protracting44 the conflict till the arrival of succor45; and even this hope was diminished by the unwonted velocity46 with117 which the Mohammedans hurried to the attack. It seemed as if they also were aware that, in order to conquer, they must conquer quickly; for, contrary to their usual mode of fighting, they charged resolutely47 upon the very lances of the motionless Christians, who, in a solid circle, opposed their mailed breasts in firm array to their volatile49 antagonists50. Fiercely, however, as they charged, their lighter51 coursers recoiled52 before the bone and weight of the European war-steeds. The lances of the crusaders were shivered in the onset; but to the thrust of these succeeded the deadly sweep of the twohanded swords, flashing above the cimeters of the infidel with the sway of some terrific engine. Time after time the eastern warriors54 rushed on, time after time they retreated, like the surf from some lonely rock on which it has wasted its thunders in vain. At length they changed their plan, and wheeling in rapid circles, poured their arrows in as fast, and for a time as fruitlessly, as the snowstorm of a December day. On they came again, right upon the point where Vermandois was posted, headed by a tall chieftain, distinguished55 no less by his gorgeous arms than by his gallant56 bearing. Rising in his stirrups, when at a few paces distance, he hurled57 his long javelin58 full in the face of the crusader. Bending his crest59 to the saddle-bow, as the dart60 passed harmlessly over him, Albert cast his massive battle-axe in return. The tremendous missile rustled61 past the chief at whom it was aimed, and smote63 his shield-bearer to the earth, at the very moment when an arrow pierced the templar’s charger through the eyeball to the brain. The animal, frantic64 with the pain, bounded forward and rolled lifeless, bearing his rider with him to the ground; yet even in that last struggle the stern knight65 clave the turbaned leader down to the teeth before he fell. Five hundred horse dashed over him—his array was broken—his companions were hewn from their saddles, even before their commander was snatched from beneath the trampling118 hoofs67, disarmed68, fettered69, and reserved for a doom70 to which the fate of his comrades had been a boon71 of mercy. Satisfied with their success, and aware that a few hours at the farthest must bring up the rescue from the Christian army, the Saracens retreated as rapidly as they had advanced; all night long they travelled with unabated speed toward their inaccessible72 fastnesses, in the recesses73 of their wild mountains. Arrived at their encampment, the prisoner was cast into a dungeon74 hewn from the living rock. Day after day rolled heavily on, and Albert lay in utter darkness, ignorant of his destiny, unvisited by any being except the swart and bearded savage75 who brought the daily pittance76, scarcely sufficient for the wants of his wretched existence.
Albert of Vermandois, a Burgundian youth of high nobility, and yet more exalted77 renown78, had left his native land stung almost to madness by the early death of her to whom he had vowed79 his affections, and whose name he had already made “glorious by his sword,” from the banks of the Danube to the pillars of Hercules. He had bound the cross upon his breast, he had mortified80 all worldly desires, all earthly passions, beneath the strict rule of his order. While yet in the flush and pride of manhood, before a gray hair had streaked81 his dark locks, or a single line wrinkled his lofty brow, he had changed his nature, his heart, his very being; he had attained82 a height of dignity and fame scarcely equalled by the best and noblest warriors of the temple. The vigor83 of his arm, the vast scope of his political foresight84, no less than the unimpeached rigor85 of his morals, had long rendered him a glory to his brotherhood86, a cause of terror and an engine of defeat to the Saracen lords of the Holy Land. Many a league had been formed to overpower, many a dark plot hatched to inveigle87 him; but so invariably had he borne down all odds88 in open warfare89 before his irresistible lance, so certainly had he hurled back all 119secret treasons with redoubled vengeance90 on the heads of the schemers, that he was almost deemed the possessor of some cabalistic spell, framed for the downfall and destruction of the sons of Islam.
Deep were the consultations91 of the infidel leaders concerning the destiny of their formidable captive. The slaughter92 actually wrought93 by his hand had been so fearful, the ravages94 produced among their armies by his policy so unbounded, that a large majority were in favor of his instant execution; nor could human ingenuity95 devise, or brute96 cruelty perform, more hellish methods of torture than were calmly discussed in that infuriate assembly.
It was late on the third day of his captivity97, when the hinges of his dungeon-grate creaked, and a broader glare streamed through the aperture98 than had hitherto disclosed the secrets of his prisonhouse. The red light streamed from a lamp in the grasp of a dark figure—an imaum, known by his high cap of lambskin, his loose black robes, his parchment cincture, figured with Arabic characters, and the long beard that flowed even below his girdle in unrestrained luxuriance. A negro, bearing food of a better quality, and the beverage99 abhorred101 by the prophet, the forbidden juice of the grape, followed—his ivory teeth and the livid circles of his eyes glittering with a ghastly whiteness in the clear lamp-light. He arranged the unaccustomed dainties on the rocky floor: the slave withdrew. The priest seated himself so that the light should reveal every change of the templar’s features, while his own were veiled in deep shadow.
“Arise, young Nazarene,” he said, “arise and eat, for to-morrow thou shalt die. Eat, drink, and let thy soul be strengthened to bear thy doom; for as surely as there is one God, and one prophet, which is Mohammed, so surely is the black wing of Azrael outstretched above thee!”
120 “It is well,” was the unmoved reply. “I am a consecrated102 knight, and how should a templar tremble?—a Christian, and how should a follower103 of Jesus fear to die?”
“My brother hath spoken wisely, yet is his wisdom but folly105. Truly hast thou said, ‘It is well to die;’ for is it not written that the faithful and the yaoor must alike go hence? But is it the same thing for a warrior53 to fall amid the flutter of banners and the flourish of trumpets—which are to the strong man even as the breath of his nostrils107, or as the mild shower in seedtime to the thirsty plain—and to perish by inches afar from his comrades, surrounded by tribes to whom the very name of his race is a by-word and a scorn?”
“Now, by the blessed light of heaven!” cried the indignant soldier, “rather shouldst thou say a terror and a ruin; for when have the dogs endured the waving of our pennons or the flash of our armor? But it skills not talking—leave me, priest, for I abhor100 thy creed108, as I despise thy loathsome109 impostor!”
For a short space the wise man of the tribes was silent; he gazed intently on the countenance110 of his foeman, but not a sign of wavering or dismay could his keen eye trace in the stern and haughty111 features. “Allah Acbar,” he said at length; “to God all things are possible: would the Christian live?”
“All men would live, and I am but a man,” returned the knight; “yet, praise be to Him where all praise is due, I have never shrunk from death in the field, nor can he fright me on the scaffold. If my Master has need of his servant, he who had power to deliver Israel from bondage112, and Daniel from the jaws113 of the lion, surely he shall deliver my soul from the power of the dog. And if he has appointed for me the crown of martyrdom, it shall ne’er be said that Albert of Vermandois was deaf to the will of the God of battles and the Lord of hosts.”
“The wise man hath said,” replied the slow, musical notes of the priest, in strange contrast to the fiery115 zeal116 of the prisoner—“the wise man hath said, ‘Better is the cottage that121 standeth firm than the tower which tottereth to its fall.’ Will my brother hear reason? Cast away the cross from thy breast, bind117 the turban upon thy brow, and behold118 thou shalt be as a prince among our people!”
“Peace, blasphemer! I spit at thee—I despise, I defy thee! I, a worshipper of the living Jehovah, shall I debase myself to the camel-driver of Mecca? Peace! begone!” He turned his face to the wall, folded his arms upon his chest, and was silent. No entreaties119, no threats of torment120, no promises of mercy, could induce him again to open his lips. His eyes were fixed121 as if they beheld122 some shape, unseen by others; his brow was calm, and, but for a slight expression of scorn about the muscles of the mouth, he might have passed for a visionary.
After a time, the imaum arose, quitted the cell, and the warrior was again alone. But a harder trial was yet before him. The door of his prison opened yet once more, and a form entered—a being whom the poets in her own land of minstrelsey would have described under the types of a young date-tree, bowing its graceful123 head to the breath of evening; of a pure spring in the burning desert; of a gazelle, bounding over the unshaken herbage; of a dove, gliding124 on the wings of the morning! And of a truth she was lovely: her jetty hair braided above her transparent125 brow, and floating in a veil of curls over her shoulders; her large eyes swimming in liquid languor126; and, above all, that indescribable charm—
“The mind, the music breathing from her face”—
her form slighter and more sylph-like than the maids of Europe can boast, yet rounded into the fairest mould of female beauty—all combined to make up a creature resembling rather a houri of Mohammed’s paradise than
“One of earth’s least earthly daughters.”
122 For a moment the templar gazed, as if he doubted whether he were not looking upon one of those spirits which are said to have assailed127 and almost shaken the sanctity of many a holy anchorite. His heart, for the first time in many years, throbbed128 wildly. He bowed his head between his knees, and prayed fervently130; nor did he again raise his eyes, till a voice, as harmonious132 as the breathing of a lute48, addressed him in the lingua-Franca:—
“If the sight of his hand-maiden is offensive to the eyes of the Nazarene, she will depart as she came, in sorrow.”
The soldier lifted up his eyes, and saw her bending over him with so sad an expression of tenderness, that, despite of himself, his heart melted within him, and his answer was courteous133 and even kind: “I thank thee, dear lady, I thank thee for thy good will, though it can avail me nothing. But wherefore does one so fair, and it may well be so happy as thou art, visit the cell of a condemned134 captive?”
“Say not condemned—oh, say not condemned! Thy servant is the bearer of life, and freedom, and honor. She saw thy manly135 form, she looked upon thine undaunted demeanor136, and she loved thee—loved thee to distraction—would follow thee to the ends of earth—would die to save thee—has already saved thee, if thou wilt137 be saved! Rank, honor, life, and love—”
“Lady,” he interrupted her, “listen! For ten long years I have not lent my ear to the witchery of a woman’s voice. Ten years ago, I was the betrothed138 lover of a maid, I had well-nigh said, as fair as thou art. She died—died, and left me desolate139! I have fled from my native land; I have devoted140 to my God the feelings which I once cherished for your sex. I could not give thee love in return for thy love; nor would I stoop to feign141 that which I felt not, although it were to win, not temporal, but eternal life.”
123 “Oh! dismiss me not,” she sobbed142, as she threw her white arms around his neck, and panted on his bosom143; “oh! dismiss me not thus. I ask no vows144; I ask no love. Be but mine; let my country be your country, my God yours—and you are safe and free!”
“My Master,” he replied coldly, as he disengaged her grasp, and removed her from his arms, “hath said, ‘What would it profit a man, if he should gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?’ I have listened to thee, lady, and I have answered thee; but my heart is heavy—for it is mournful to see that so glorious a form should be the habitation of so frail145 a spirit. I pray thee, leave me! To-morrow I shall meet my God, and I would commune with him now in spirit and in truth!”
Slowly she turned away, wrapped her face in her veil, and moved with faltering146 steps—wailing as if her heart were about to burst—through the low portal. The gate clanged heavily as she departed; but the sounds of her lamentation147 were audible long after the last being, who would show a sign of pity for his woes148, or of admiration149 for his merits, had gone forth150, never again to return!
All night long the devotions, the fervent129 and heartfelt prayers of the crusader, ascended151 to the throne of his Master; and often, though he struggled to suppress the feeling, a petition for his lovely though deluded152 visiter was mingled with entreaties for strength to bear the fate he anticipated.
Morning came at last, not as in frigid153 climates of the North—creeping through its slow gradations of gray dawn and dappling twilight—but bursting at once from night into perfect day. The prison-gates were opened for the last time, the fetters154 were struck off from the limbs of the undaunted captive, and himself led forth like a victim to the sacrifice.
From leagues around, all the hordes155 of the desert had come together, in swarms156 outnumbering the winged motes157 that stream like dusty atoms in every sunbeam. It was a strange, and,124 under other circumstances, would have been a glorious spectacle. In a vast sandy basin, surrounded on every side by low but rugged158 eminences159, were the swarthy sons of Syria mustered160, rank above rank, to feast their eyes on the unwonted spectacle of a Christian’s sufferings. The rude tribes of the remotest regions, Arab and Turcoman, mounted on the uncouth161 dromedary, or on steeds of matchless symmetry and unstained pedigree, mingling162 their dark baracans with the brilliant arms and gorgeous garbs163 of the sultan’s court—even the unseen beauties of a hundred harems watched from their canopied164 litters the preparations for the execution with as much interest and as little concern as the belles165 of our own day exhibit before the curtain has been drawn aside which is to disclose the performances of a Pedrotti or a Malibran to the enraptured166 audience.
In the centre of this natural amphitheatre stood the scathed167 and whitening trunk of a thunder-stricken palm. To this inartificial stake was the captive led. One by one his garments were torn asunder168, till his muscular form and splendid proportions were revealed in naked majesty169 to the wondering multitude. Once, before he was attached to the fatal tree, a formal offer of life, and liberty, and high office in the moslem170 court, was tendered to him, on condition of his embracing the faith of the prophet—and refused by one contemptuous motion of his hand. He was bound firmly to the stump171, with his hands secured far above his head. At some fifty paces distant, stood a group of dark and fierce warriors, with bended bows and well-filled quivers, evidently awaiting the signal to pour in their arrowy sleet172 upon his unguarded limbs. He gazed upon them with a countenance unmoved and serene173, though somewhat paler than its usual tints174. His eyes did not, however, long dwell on the unattractive sight: he turned them upward, and his lips moved at intervals175, though no sound was conveyed to125 the ear of the bystanders.
Some minutes had elapsed thus, when the shrill voice of the muezzin was heard, proclaiming the hour of matin-prayer in his measured chant: “There is no God but God, and Mohammed is his prophet!” In an instant the whole multitude were prostrate176 in the dust, and motionless as though the fatal blast of the simoom was careering through the tainted177 atmosphere. A flash of contempt shot across the features of the templar, but it quickly vanished in a more holy expression, as he muttered to himself the words used on a far more memorable178 occasion, by Divinity itself: “Forgive them, Lord; they know not what they do!”
The pause was of short duration. With a rustle62 like the voice of the forest when the first breath of the rising tempest agitates179 its shivering foliage180, the multitude rose to their feet. A gallant horseman dashed from the cavalcade181 which thronged182 around the person of their sultan, checked his steed beside the archer-band, spoke104 a few hasty words, and galloped183 back to his station.
Another minute—and arrow after arrow whistled from the Paynim bows, piercing the limbs and even grazing the body of the templar; but not a murmur184 escaped from the victim—scarcely did a frown contract his brow. There was an irradiation, as if of celestial185 happiness, upon his countenance; nor could a spectator have imagined for a moment that his whole frame was almost convulsed with agony, but for the weapons quivering even to their feathered extremities186 in every joint187, and the large blood-drops trickling188 like rain upon the thirsty soil!
Again there was a pause. Circled by his Nubian guard, and followed by the bravest and the brightest of his court, the sultan himself rode up to the bleeding crusader. Yet, even there, decked with all the pomp of royalty189 and pride of war,126 goodly in person, and sublime190 in bearing, the monarch191 of the East was shamed—shamed like a slave before his master—by the native majesty of Christian virtue192; nor could the prince at first find words to address the tortured mortal who stood at his feet with the serene deportment which would have beseemed the judge upon his tribunal no less than the martyr114 at the stake.
“Has the Nazarene yet learned experience from the bitter sting of adversity? The skill of the leech193 may yet assuage194 thy wounds, and the honors which shall be poured upon thee may yet efface195 thine injuries—even as the rich grain conceals196 in its luxuriance the furrows197 of the ploughshare! Will the Nazarene live? or will he die the death of a dog?”
“The Lord is on my side,” was the low but firm reply—“the Lord is on my side: I will not fear what man doeth unto me!”
On swept the monarch’s train, and again the iron shower fell fast and fatally—not as before, on the members, but on the broad chest and manly trunk. The blood gushed198 forth in blacker streams; the warrior’s life was ebbing199 fast away—when from the rear of the broken hills a sudden trumpet106 blew a point of war in notes so thrilling, that it pierced the ears like the thrust of some sharp weapon. Before the astonishment200 of the crowd had time to vent131 itself in word or deed, the eminences were crowded with the mail-clad myriads201 of the Christian forces! Down they came, like the blast of the tornado202 on some frail and scattered fleet, with war-cry, and the clang of instruments, and the thick trampling66 of twice ten thousand hoofs. Wo to the sons of the desert in that hour! They were swept away before the mettled steeds and levelled lances of the templars like dust before the wind, or stubble before the devouring203 flame!
127 The eye of the dying hero lightened as he saw the banners of his countrymen. His whole form dilated204 with exultation205 and triumph. He tore his arm from its fetters, waved it around his blood-stained forehead, and for the last time shouted forth his cry of battle: “Ha! Beauseant! A Vermandois for the temple!” Then, in a lower tone, he cried: “‘Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word; for mine eyes have seen thy salvation206.’” He bowed his head, and his undaunted spirit passed away.
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