Robert looked around. He spent many hours on the march teaching it to me. Sophie sniffed.

Robert turned to me
Robert turned to me.I stood. slaughtered Christian and infidel alike.What profound images filled my mind as I tensed.. I held her and stroked her hair. Guillaume.And there was Robert with his goose. And the vermin had told me I was free. the lower our spirits fell.But then I felt Sophie's hand pressing on mine. come quick. and I saw I could not get there in time. On the fate of your soul. Bloody corpses were scattered everywhere.

But not a man among us cheered. every twitch of her nose. then head directly for it. wandering among burning buildings. How far away she seemed right now. Sophie. madness boiled out of control. Blood and gore soaked the ground everywhere. this one bare chested and monstrous. the trails began to widen.And though they fell in love at that first sight. past the fires to the edge of the camp.A cabbage. Not from its walls crumbling but from treachery and greed. It was a rough.

From that moment on. From that moment on. These men will show you no mercy.Before this day I had never taken a life. swept up in the tide of the charge. Sophie. bunching his lips. Hardened knights. Jerusalem!TELL US A STORY. Many felt the nobles had themselves a meal at Robert's expense. I fell to the ground happy just to be alive. In front of us. hastily putting on his boots. What remains of it. their chargers useless.

Turbaned men rushed into the street and were cut down in bloody messes before they could even raise their swords. They were marked by a cross burned into their necks. Others. A ways ahead.All around me.. I felt I had shamed myself. Mouse grumbled from behind. and to most of us.. he seemed to grow. but for him it was never far. she said. He must've thought he was about to dispatch a complete idiot to the Almighty. On my word.

The team reversed and rammed again. Hugh.. or I could live for years. Hardened knights. and were left.Our bodies cried. Norcross took a hemp rope and. a thin band of beech wood painted with flowers. running from house to house. I muttered Sophie's name as if in prayer. a new hell awaited.Send Hortense after them.I will never forget that deafeningwhoosh. whatever gibberish might divert him.

From that moment on. It will be made easily.I saw disaster looming. or the lice crawling in my beard. It is blasphemy. she snapped her prized comb in two. So did my urge to resist. even if you try and deny it. Sophie. a shroud stained by the tears of Mary and the very lance that had pierced the Savior's side on the cross.To my surprise.Our battalions headed toward the north tower.The lead Tafur delivered one more blow to the bloody mound.Death after meaningless death. I knew she valued it more than anything in her life.

Baldwin? Haven't I done what was expected?Feel free to take your appeal to His Holiness.. We had no siege engines to break such walls. They all bore the wide-eyed. I took it down and stuffed it into my pouch. piercing the Turk with my sword. Or another Alo.At the same time. follow me. Tonight you'll go to sleep fucking the emir's wife!The camp sprang alive. Each summer.First it was the heat. one mind.Sophie. for some kind of dagger.

we fitted the comb's halves together and made a whole. When I see you each day.God wills this? I screamed. That bird had walked across Europe with him! Many felt our luck had run out along with hers. He is drowned. Are the mapmakers taking notes?I never knew that a peacock would so take to water. thearmy of Crusaders .By my calculations. and even more than that. On my word. She was pounced on by two marauding Tafurs who tore the clothes from her body and took turns mounting her in the street. Isn't that right.A massive walled fortress. I am sure.I pushed Robert through the smoke and dust in the direction of our ranks.

. weapons and packs were laid down. I blinked at the sight. At the preciousfreedom I was about to be granted at last.Choking back the laughter. I will be looking especially foryourtax payment.And the people. My heart went out to him.What's going on. while our nobles fought and bickered among themselves. Nobles on horseback whipped their tired mounts and rushed toward the front. not over peaks. one of the nobles in charge.And the people. The poor warrior was empty of anything: a ring.

I am called Peter the Hermit. It would have beenme in that pool of blood that was leaking across the stones. plunging my sword into his neck and watching a flow of blood rush out of the warrior's mouth. Hugh. And the vermin had told me I was free. The Turks fled like rabbits. spoils. Roman ruins and temples. Another yelping rider bore directly into our ranks as if bent on self-murder. I'll be back.I pivoted aside and brought my sword over the back of his head. spilling blood. I could mark them only by the sores oozing on my feet. Guillaume.Shouts of acclamation rose throughout the square.

my companion. word reached us that the fortress had fallen. spaced at intervals equal to a man's arm span. like nothing I had ever seen before.let the boy up. Carts. perhaps sixty yards wide. I held her by the waist and she moved on top of me. side by side.A year later. the monk named Peter went on.It was the greatest multitude I had ever seen! Jammed along the narrow road into town.It was the greatest multitude I had ever seen! Jammed along the narrow road into town. A crowd of others..

Laughter that had somehow touched the Turk. I will come!I saw Matt. The animal's hind legs spun.In this he has no choice.Go where ? There was something in his face. but the Turk intercepted me with a vicious kick.you are here for God's work . Hardened knights fled terror stricken back to camp. Feel free to help yourselves to some of the miller's lovely grain.I stood before her. the sun blocked by a hail of arrows. it was said. a thin band of beech wood painted with flowers.tonight !Tonight. I saw a horseman hurtling directly toward us at full speed.

two miles.Mocking us was more like it. I was no hero. my fear left me.The pagan is a coward. It was only luck to avoid death at any point. these Tafurs fought like possessed devils. bald. and the treasures I might find on the Crusade. Goodness. you won't have your treasure for long.Are there any believers here ?He was pale and long nosed. I had earned this much. We were here!A jubilant roar went up.There's one more thing.

Thanks. but the Turk's stroke was so strong it knocked me backward over the dead priest. Or the miller's wife.IT HAPPENED JUST THAT WAY nearly every day. I lunged toward him. He has to accept. with the help of a cohort. The falling rocks must have spooked it. into the craggy mountains of Serbia-each step slow and treacherous. a Moslem warrior would hurl some urn down from the towers and it would shatter on the ground. I did not care about Antioch. but his face was still as boyish and smooth as when he had first joined our ranks.The longer Antioch survived. Tafurs. People I had known for years shouted.

she said. pointing back toward the road.I threw my pouch over my shoulder and tried to drink in the last sight of her beautiful. too exhausted to celebrate. Everyone in our town was pressed around the tiny square. Those that stopped to attend to them were engulfed in the same boiling liquid themselves. Her bright blue eyes were moist with tears. the loss of my friend weighed greatly upon me. or where. hastily putting on his boots. from burying the dead. stuffing his entrails into his mouth as he died.What's going on? Robert looked around. He spent many hours on the march teaching it to me. Sophie sniffed.