November 1090
Jaffa Castle, Outremer
Hello, my Queen,
I know I’m late, but things have not quite worked as I expected. We are making headway over here, but the cost of it…
It all started as a lot of fun. We arrived when Amat and his boys were besieging Acre, and he really appreciated the presents we brought from Navarra. Indeed he put them to a most innovative use.
I mean, putting the bulls on the catapults was probably nothing the defenders were expecting. The ones that got on top of the walls made a fine show, running along it around the city, with the arabs jumping off in front of them, left and right.
The ones that fell short of the walls started chasing our own soldiers, to the merriment of the defenders.
The ones that fell
inside the city probably ended up as kebab themselves. We were all having so much fun that we forgot to follow the assault.
On the following morning we had a different sort of laugh, though. I received a Papal bull. Not the horned kind, but almost as scary: he’s gone and decided
to call the Crusades off.
Yes, that’s right. After all these years, the first serious expedition gets within catapult range of the Holy City, and he calls the Crusades off. I was dumbfounded.
So I left the troops to play with the locals on their own, and called the Council to session to discuss it.
Chancellor Simonis, Sozzo’s wife, said it was the logical result of the international situation, where the implosion of the Holy Roman Empire was causing nobles to think of expansion closer to home. Steward Jimena, my second cousin, added that it was understandable in the light of global financial restructuring brought about by the changes in international commerce routes in Africa and Southern Europe. Amat just said something unprintable and went on carving his name in the table with a curved knife.
Then spymaster Laura, the one that Dad had a sweet spot for, coughed and said: “It was to be expected, Sire. He’s probably got wind of the Plan and wants to stop you.”
“The Plan?”, says I, caught unawares.
“Yes, the Plan”, she continues, lowering her voice. The rest of the Council draw forward on their chairs to listen and look furtively around them. Even Amat looks up from cutting his toenails with the knife. “The one that the good King Sancho hatched and you are carrying forward.”
“Ah!”, I say, “you mean
the Plan”, and nod sagely, to gain time.
“Yes, Sire. The one that calls for the conquest of Jerusalem and the control of the Papacy, before
you-know-what.”
“Oh! Ahem. I mean, sure, yes, before you-know-what. So… and the Pope doesn’t want you-know-what to happen, does he?”
She smiles a knowing smile. I copy her fast. Soon everyone around the table is nodding knowingly at each other and smirking in a silly way.
“So”, says Amat, putting his boots back on, “we ignore the blooming bishop and get on with it, is that it?”
I glance at Laura, who smiles slightly, and manage to put a brave face. “That’s it, Amat”.
And we went back to work. Mind you, I’m still trying to figure out a way to get Laura to explain the matter without letting out that I don’t know what the hell she was talking about.
By August, once we had rounded up the stray bulls, we conquered Acre.
And spent September happily trouncing sheiks around Jaffa and Tiberias,while the reinforcements arrive at the secured port of Acre. Our forces concentrate on the coastal sheikdoms, although we also put a diversionary force to harry Jerusalem.
On the night of September 16th, Amat’s Sicilian boys mysteriously slipped a horse’s head in the bed of the Sheik of Jaffa, and he surrendered. Of course, while they were at it they also secured the rest of his castle, looted the town, raided his secret wine stash, relieved his treasury, and took all his wives and daughters for a ride, so he may have been a bit demoralized.
About then, I received the news that you had married cousin Alfonso to the daughter of the Sheik of Albarracin. Smart move. Jamila brought the news herself, and Jimena left in the same ship.
But by October we had worse news. Two of the ex-Murabitid vassals had become really enthusiastic with us; they'd converted to Christianity, with their whole families, and (this was less smart) declared war on our enemies. On Egypt, for instance. So while my forces were besieging Tiberias, Ascalon and Jerusalem, the King of Egypt was putting all his weight on the two little counts.
He was not subtle about it. When he overran Irbid, he sent me the count and his family. In a sack. Minced.
We started November much better. We have taken Tiberias, and liberated Ascalon. Indeed Jerusalem looks within reach.
The Egyptian army is worrying me, though. Their King has gathered most of his regiments in a single force and they can crush any of our divisions if caught separate. Not to mention those war-crazy ex-Murabitid counts.
So, considering that the enemy has left his homeland without any garrison, I've mobilized our Venice troops and sent them to visit Alexandria. They will take a time, but hopefully we can hold the fort.
I'll write again as soon as I can. Give Justa a hug for me. And box the boys about the ears, just in case.
Please send over that package of great-granny Muña. It may come interesting while we're sieging some place or other. In return, I'm enclosing a very amusing letter that our old friend Ali of the al-Murabitids sent earlier in the year.
Oh, and don't think I didn't notice the way you handled the rebellion of the Count of Sens. It's good to know I can leave the home government in your hands.
Best,
Luis