Crusade

Mahnoor’s frank and succinct answer made me smile inwardly. There was no doubting her sincerity or her commitment to Sweyn. As for him, we all had our doubts, but he was so obviously smitten with his Princess of Araby that there was no choice but to let events take their course.

Arrangements were made the next day for passage to Narbonne on one of the Count’s ships. Under cover of the dead of the night, the two young elopers were secreted in a cargo of silk and wine and given an escort of our sergeant-at-arms as well as his man and six of the Count’s men, who would travel with them as far as Toulouse.

There was great sadness at the parting. Adela, Edwin and I stood on Palermo’s deserted quayside as the wind of the turning tide caught the ship’s sail and tugged it out to sea. I could not see them — they were out of sight deep amidst the cargo — but I held them in my mind’s eye, huddled together, anxious but excited, like children on a daring adventure.

The ship was soon no more than a distant silhouette against the moonlit sky, the sound of its creaking timbers and straining sail gone; all we could hear was the lapping of the waves against the dock. Adela was the first to turn away, scurrying back into the city to hide her tears.

Our small quartet of brothers-in-arms was now a tiny trio: Edwin was losing a son, if a surrogate one; Adela a husband, if in name only; and I was losing a good friend I had grown to admire enormously.

It was October 1085, a time of year that always reminded me of the autumn days around Senlac Ridge. I was only a boy at the time, but my memories are so clear. I was at Westminster when I heard the news of the catastrophic defeat and of King Harold’s death. I knew the Witan would want to proclaim me King — a terrifying thought, because I knew they would abandon me as soon as William got close to London.

Nineteen years had passed since those tempestuous days, but it seemed like many more.

Mahnoor was about the same age as I had been then. I was excited for her; she had made a brave choice to find her own way in life — something circumstances had compelled me to do — but I was concerned for her too; she was so young and naive, with a cruel and vengeful father to hide from.

16. Vengeance

Throughout the winter of 1085 and well into the spring of the following year, there was little of consequence to reflect on in Count Roger’s Sicily. Two more Muslim enclaves embraced Roger’s offer to join his enlightened domain and negotiations, rather than military campaigns, began with Noto and Enna, the last two emirates to resist.

The only incident of note occurred when Suleiman returned from Messina to find his daughter gone. His rage knew no bounds and both Mahnoor’s bodyguards disappeared — consigned, it was said, to a watery grave in Palermo Bay.

Fortunately, by the time the notorious merchant came to see me about two weeks later, accompanied by three unsavoury characters armed to the teeth, he had regained sufficient composure to be civil — at least, to start with.

‘What do you know about the disappearance of my daughter?’

‘Very little, I’m afraid.’

‘She has been kidnapped by one of your knights. I expect a ransom demand any day now.’

Edwin stepped forward, with Adela close behind.

‘May I remind you that you are addressing a prince of the royal blood?’

‘You may, but it makes no difference to me — let’s put all pretence to one side. One of my daughter’s servant girls finally confessed that she had been talking to an English knight. It didn’t take me long to find out how they had been meeting, and the silk merchant told me what I wanted to know very quickly — I own his premises. So, I require an explanation.’

‘Then you will have it. Sweyn — a Knight of Islam, dubbed by Ibn Hamed, Emir of Calatafimi, and a Knight of Christendom, dubbed by Roger, Count of Normandy — and your daughter Mahnoor are very much in love and have left Sicily to find a life for themselves.’

‘You lie! She would never leave willingly. He must have persuaded her to see him alone, then taken her against her will. Where is she?’

Edwin went for his sword, as did Adela. Suleiman’s three henchmen responded in kind. I raised my hand, signalling Edwin to desist, and tried to keep my poise.

‘What I’ve told you is all I know. The same facts are known to the Count and the Emir. They left with the blessing of both of them.’

‘I know, I have asked them. You lied to them too. You are protecting him. Where has he taken Mahnoor?’

‘I don’t know — and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. If Mahnoor wanted you to know, she would have told you.’

‘I will find her, with or without your help. I hold you responsible, and when I have found them and dealt with them, I will return here and deal with you.’

Edwin drew his sword in an instant and held it under the chin of the nearest of Suleiman’s minders. This allowed Adela to grasp the Saracen merchant around the neck and press her seax to his throat just below his left jawbone.