The Boy Crusaders

The Boy Crusaders

John G. Edgar

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The Boy Crusaders by John G. Edgar

The Boy Crusaders Chapter 1 A FEUDAL CASTLE.

IT was the age of chain armour and tournaments-of iron barons and barons' wars-of pilgrims and armed pilgrimages-of forests and forest outlaws-when Henry III. reigned as King of England, and the feudal system, though no longer rampant, was still full of life and energy; when Louis King of France, afterwards canonised as St. Louis, undertook one of the last and most celebrated of those expeditions known as the Crusades, and described as 'feudalism's great adventure, and popular glory.'

At the time when Henry was King of England and when Louis of France was about to embark for the East, with the object of rescuing the Holy Sepulchre from the Saracens, there stood on the very verge of Northumberland a strong baronial edifice, known as the Castle of Wark, occupying a circular eminence, visible from a great distance, and commanding such an extensive view to the north as seemed to ensure the garrison against any sudden inroad on the part of the restless and refractory Scots. On the north the foundations were washed by the waters of the Tweed, here broad and deep; and on the south were a little town, which had risen under the protection of the castle, and,-stretching away towards the hills of Cheviot,-an extensive park or chase, abounding with wild cattle and deer and beasts of game. At an earlier period this castle had been a possession of the famous house of Espec; and, when in after days it came into the hands of the Montacute Earls of Salisbury, Edward III. was inspired within its walls with that romantic admiration of the Countess of Salisbury which resulted in the institution of the Order of the Garter. During the fifth decade of the thirteenth century, however, it was the chief seat of Robert, Lord de Roos, a powerful Anglo-Norman noble, whose father had been one of the barons of Runnymede and one of the conservators of the Great Charter.

Like most of the fortresses built by the Norman conquerors of England, Wark consisted of a base-court, a keep, and a barbican in front of the base-court. The sides of the walls were fortified with innumerable angles, towers, and buttresses, and surmounted with strong battlements and hornworks. For greater security the castle was encompassed, save towards the Tweed, with a moat or deep ditch, filled with water, and fortified with strong palisades, and sharp stakes set thick all around the walls. Over the moat, at the principal gate, was the drawbridge, which was almost always raised, and the gate-house, a square building, having strong towers at each corner. Over the entrance and within the square of the gate-house was an arched vault, and over it was a chamber with apertures, through which, on occasion of an assault, the garrison, unseen the whilst, could watch the operations of the foe, and pour boiling water or melted lead on the foremost assailants. On the west side were the outworks, consisting of a platform with a trench half a mile in length, and breastworks, and covered ways, and mounds. The roofs of the building were bordered with parapets, guard walks, and sentry boxes.

But the whole space was not appropriated to works intended to ensure the stronghold against the assault of foes. Near the mound was the chapel dedicated to St. Giles. Under the outer wall was a military walk, five yards wide, and forty-eight yards in length. Underneath the walls, on the brink of the river, was a beautiful terrace, called the Maiden's Walk, where the lady of the castle and her damsels, after their labours at the loom, were wont to take air and exercise on a summer evening, ere the vesper bell rang, and the bat began to hunt the moth. Within the precincts of the building was the tiltyard, a broad space enclosed with rails, and covered with sawdust, where young men of gentle blood, in the capacity of pages and squires, acquired the chivalrous accomplishments which the age prized so highly.

In fact, the castle of Wark, like most feudal castles of that century, was a school of chivalry, whither the sons of nobles and knights were sent to serve their apprenticeship as warriors, taught their duty to God and the ladies, and trained to the skill in arms which enabled them to compel the respect of one sex and influence the hearts of the other.

First, on foot, they were taught to attack the pel, an imaginary adversary, which was simply the stump of a tree six feet in height; then, on horseback, they were made to charge the quintain, a wooden figure in the form of a Saracen, armed in mail and holding a sabre in one hand and a shield in the other, and so constructed to move on a pivot that, unless the youth was dexterous enough to strike the face or breast, it revolved rapidly, and dealt him a heavy blow on the back as he was retiring. As the lads became more expert they tilted at each other with blunt lances, practised riding at the ring, and learned to excel as equestrians by riding in a circle, vaulting from their steeds in the course of their career, and mounting again while they galloped.

At the same time they were trained to acquit themselves with credit in those encounters celebrated as combats at the barriers. At the sieges of cities, during the middle ages, knights of the besieging army were in the habit of going to the barriers, or grated palisades of the fortress, and defying the garrison to break a lance for the honour of their ladies. Indeed, this was so fashionable, that an army could hardly appear before a town without the siege giving rise to a variety of such combats, which were generally conducted with fairness on both sides. This mode of attack was early taught to the apprentice to chivalry, and assiduously practised by all who were ambitious of knightly honour.

Nor did the exercises of the tiltyard end at this stage. At the time of which I write, the name of Richard C?ur de Lion was famous in Europe and Asia; and his feats in arms were on every tongue. One of his great exploits at the battle of Joppa was especially the admiration of the brave. It seems that, when the Crusaders were surrounded and almost overwhelmed by the swarming host of Saladin, Richard, who, up to that moment, had neither given nor received a wound, suddenly sprang on his charger, drew his sword, laid his lance in rest, and with his sword in one hand, and his lance in the other, spurred against the Saracens, striking sparks from their helmets and armour, and inspiring such terror that his foes were completely routed. Naturally such an exploit made a strong impression on the imagination of aspirants to warlike fame, and the youth who had the dexterity and the equestrian skill to imitate it in mimic fray was regarded with admiration and envy.

Now our concern with Wark, and its tiltyard, is simply this-that, within the castle, there were trained in the exercises of chivalry, and qualified for its honours, two striplings, who, when St. Louis took the Cross, and undertook a holy war, embarked for the East, and figured, during a memorable expedition, as the Boy Crusaders.

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Chapter 1 A FEUDAL CASTLE.

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Chapter 2 THE BROTHERS-IN-ARMS.

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Chapter 3 THE HEIRS OF THE ESPECS.

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Chapter 4 ST. LOUIS.

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Chapter 5 TAKING THE CROSS.

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Chapter 6 EMBARKING FOR THE EAST.

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Chapter 7 THE ARMED PILGRIMS AT CYPRUS.

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Chapter 8 EASTWARD.

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Chapter 9 AN ADVENTURE.

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Chapter 10 ON THE LADDER OF LIFE.

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Chapter 11 THE VOYAGE.

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Chapter 12 AT DAMIETTA.

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Chapter 13 INCURSIONS.

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Chapter 14 A RENEGADE.

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Chapter 15 CAPTURE OF A CARAVAN.

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Chapter 16 A COUNCIL OF WAR.

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Chapter 17 FACE TO FACE.

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Chapter 18 DELAY AND DANGER.

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Chapter 19 THE CAPTIVE.

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Chapter 20 PASSING THE ACHMOUN.

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Chapter 21 THE CARNAGE OF MANSOURAH.

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Chapter 22 THE BATTLE.

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Chapter 23 HOW JOINVILLE KEPT THE BRIDGE.

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Chapter 24 THE FIRST FRIDAY IN LENT.

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Chapter 25 MORTIFICATIONS AND MISERIES.

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Chapter 26 THE MASSACRE OF MINIEH.

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Chapter 27 JOINVILLE IN PERIL.

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Chapter 28 NEWS OF DISASTER.

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Chapter 29 A WOUNDED PILGRIM.

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Chapter 30 ST. LOUIS IN CHAINS.

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Chapter 31 THE TRAGEDY OF PHARESCOUR.

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Chapter 32 PERILS AND SUSPENSE.

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Chapter 33 ACRE.

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Chapter 34 A RESCUE.

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Chapter 35 MISSION TO BAGDAD.

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Chapter 36 THE LAST OF THE CALIPHS.

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Chapter 37 A RECOGNITION.

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Chapter 38 WOE TO THE CALIPH.

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Chapter 39 IN THE LION'S MOUTH.

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Chapter 40 END OF THE ARMED PILGRIMAGE.

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