“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.” the knight said as he walked past the corpses of his dead comrades in arms.
He’d been born into a nobel family and when the Pope called for the faithful to free Jerusalem, he being the youngest son had been destined by his house to represent the family, at 16. He’d decided to dedicate his life to capture and protection of the Holy City.
Jerusalem had fallen in 1069 … his stomach turned remembering his part in the massacre of the infidels, men, women and children who’d taken sanctuary in Temple of Solomon … 10,000 people some said. Secretly, he asked himself, if this was what it meant to be a true Christian?
Those who fought at the Tower of David were spared, oddly enough, these had been warriors who’d resisted for days against the Franks. We slaughter the sheep but free the wolves! He thought sadly. Then entered the chapel to pray.
Written for Bastet’s Friday Flash Fiction
This is pure fiction based on real history.