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56 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1976
She did not want to be married. She was very young and she wanted to run barefoot in the woods with her sister, and ride horses, and play: she did not want to be a lady and sit spinning and sewing. But her father wanted to build a friendship with the knight, whose lands lay next to his lands, and who had more horses, and more cattle and mills and woods than he had. A daughter, in those days, was not just a daughter: she was also a thing that could be used to buy other things, like a horse could be traded for sacks of corn or a fine hawk. A daughter could be used to buy more land, or powerful friends. The lady's father loved her, but he paid no attention to her sulks, and told her that she would have to be married and put up with it.Neither is the bridegroom particularly happy.
The knight was not very pleased to be married, either. He, too, was young, and he did not much care for girls because he had had sisters who teased him and told tales of him to his parents.(There are more and better reasons listed in the following sentences, but this one was my favourite).
"Men come back from Crusades", said the lady, as bravely as she could ... He knew, and the lady knew also, that many of them did not come back.A good third of the book now follows the knight as he crosses the sea to France, then on to Italy, and across the Mediterranean into the Levant, where the reader is given a good overview of how the battles and skirmishes with the Saracens were fought.
They had been travelling many months now, and the knight thought less of the lady and of his home because each day was a battle against heat and thirst and weariness. Riding under the fierce sun, with his skin on fire where the hot mail rubbed it, the flies swarming on his face where the sweat trickled from his brow, his throat parched and his limbs aching, he thought only of water and of food, which had somehow to be dragged from this bare place for the great straggling crowd of men and horses that was the Crusade.We hear of barons dropping out, claiming castles and calling themselves princes; of the massive losses of the armies of the Crusaders; of poor organization; of desertion in the face of insurmountable odds. We also visit the impenetrable and impressive fortress of Krak (near modern-day Homs, in Syria), a Crusader stronghold, which is described in (comparatively) great detail.
Men were hard in those days. Hard on themselves and upon each other. Many Crusaders died of disease or of hunger and of thirst and their comrades moved on without them.
The church was built nearly one thousand years ago by men who carried the stone on their backs, in baskets, up fragile ladders. They could not read or write, these men, but they knew how to build a church that would stand long after they were no longer there to see it.Then we are introduced to some of the current attendees of today's Sunday service, one of which is Jane, who is not lost in her own thoughts, but is staring at the stained glass window and wondering about the story behind the two figures.