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Chapters (92)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. I - MUSTA’RIB
  4. I
  5. II
  6. III
  7. IV
  8. V
  9. VI
  10. VII
  11. VIII
  12. IX
  13. X
  14. XI
  15. XII
  16. XIII
  17. XIV
  18. XV
  19. XVI
  20. XVII
  21. XVIII
  22. XIX
  23. XX
  24. XXI
  25. XXII
  26. XXIII
  27. XXIV
  28. II - CRUCESIGNATI
  29. I
  30. II
  31. III
  32. IV
  33. V
  34. VI
  35. VII
  36. VIII
  37. IX
  38. X
  39. XI
  40. XII
  41. XIII
  42. XIV
  43. XV
  44. XVI
  45. XVII
  46. XVIII
  47. XIX
  48. XX
  49. XXI
  50. XXII
  51. XXIII
  52. XXIV
  53. XXV
  54. XXVI
  55. XXVII
  56. XXVIII
  57. XXIX
  58. XXX
  59. XXXI
  60. III - NAVIGATOR
  61. I
  62. II
  63. III
  64. IV
  65. V
  66. VI
  67. VII
  68. VIII
  69. IX
  70. X
  71. XI
  72. XII
  73. XIII
  74. XIV
  75. XV
  76. XVI
  77. XVII
  78. XVIII
  79. XIX
  80. XX
  81. XXI
  82. XXII
  83. XXIII
  84. XXIV
  85. XXV
  86. XXVI
  87. XXVII
  88. XXVIII
  89. EPILOGUE
  90. I
  91. II
  92. Afterword

The next morning was a Sunday, and Saladin and his mother worshipped in the village’s small parish church. The church was dark and cramped, but its walls were brightly painted, covered with pictures based on Bible stories and the lives of the saints. Most striking was a very severe Christ, whose image stood above the chancel arch. The righteous climbed a ladder towards Him on one side of the arch, and the damned fell screaming into perdition on the other. The villagers, listening to their priest’s mysterious Latin words, smelled of their fields, of grass and earth and dung.

After the service, Thomas said he would speak to them at last of his discoveries.

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In a cramped, smoky visitors’ room in the priory, Thomas served them mead. Saladin sipped from his cup. The flavour was disgusting, the drink a kind of fermented honey, but it delivered a strong kick.

‘Listen to the story I have to tell you,’ Thomas said. ‘Listen, believe, try to understand.’

He had come upon this truth by accident, when Thomas, in the service of Joan, was studying the progress of the Mongols.

Armed with al-Hafredi’s glimpse of the future, Joan and her ancestors had been able to profit from a foreknowledge of the Mongols’ advance. But in the year 1242 the Mongols had suddenly withdrawn from Europe. Thomas, digging into the reasons for this reversal, eventually found a man who had actually been at the court of the Mongols in that crucial season, two years ago. He was a knight called Philip of Marseilles. Devout, strong, fearless, Philip had taken the Cross more than once.

And he had agreed to serve as a legate for the Pope, in the pontiff’s hopeful negotiations with the Mongol Great Khan.

The Mongols had been a nomadic people, one of many who hunted and warred across the vast grassy ocean of the Asian steppes. The Mongols’ expansion across the world was the dream of Temujin, who called himself Genghis Khan, which meant ‘the emperor of mankind’, and he taught the Mongols to believe that they and only they were born to rule the whole world.

Genghis first unleashed his war dogs against China to the east. With one ancient civilisation reduced, the Mongols next assaulted the prosperous Islamic states to their west and south, especially Khwarazm, where they shattered an irrigation system that had endured since antiquity. Then Genghis’s son Ogodai assaulted the Viking-founded cities of Russia to the north. Mongols cared nothing for cities or civilisation; resolute nomads, they wanted only plunder, and space to graze their horses.

Then the Mongols turned west, to Europe, and Christendom.