The Templar

‘I only feared that you might intentionally hasten your end,’ Baldwin chuckled.

‘Hilarious.’

Their initial journey had been violent, as they aimed for la Coruna, and Simon’s belly had roiled in response. He had sailed many times, as he had said to Baldwin before they first boarded their ship at Topsham, but he had never seen seas such as those they encountered on their way here. Baldwin, he was sure, had felt poorly, but that was nothing compared with the prostration which Simon experienced. Following the advice of a sailor, he had remained in the bowels of the ship, and although he tried to lie down and sleep, he could find no ease. Blown from their course, they made landfall farther east, near Oviedo, to Simon’s eternal gratitude, while Baldwin had remained up on deck for the entire journey, and denied any illness.

‘A fine officer you will be for the Keeper of Dartmouth!’ Baldwin chuckled.

‘To be the Abbot’s man in Dartmouth I won’t ever have to set foot on a ship,’ Simon retorted. He was soon to become the Abbot of Tavistock’s representative in Dartmouth, now that the King had granted Abbot Robert the post of Keeper of the Port of Dartmouth, a lucrative position for both Simon and the Abbot. ‘Anyway, even you agreed that the sea was about the worst you’d ever seen.’

Baldwin showed his teeth in a brief smile. He was slightly taller than Simon, and although he was prone to run to fat, he drilled daily with his sword and clubs to keep his belly flat and his chin from doubling. It had not been a conscious effort to keep trim, but a continuation of his regime of training. Baldwin had learned weaponry when he was young, but later he had joined the Poor Fellow Soldiers of Christ and the Temple of Solomon, the Knights Templar, and while in the Order had learned to respect their attitude towards constant practice with weapons. Only by using the sword and lance effectively as a part of God’s army could a knight bring honour to himself and to God, Baldwin believed.

But then the Templars were destroyed.

When the Templars had been arrested, Baldwin had been distraught. For two years he had travelled about Aragon, Navarre and other lands, hoping to find a new purpose to his life, for until Friday, 13 October 1307, when the Templars of France were arrested and imprisoned, he had believed utterly in his Order, and had no other life than that of a Knight Brother. But then, when the Pope himself declared the Order dissolved in his bull Vox in Excelso, in 1312, Baldwin was left without home, faith or hope. His Order existed solely to support God and the Pope; the Pope was the man to whom all the Templar Knights ultimately gave their loyalty, yet this Pope had destroyed them. God had allowed him to see the most holy Order brought to destruction.

It was in memory of his Order that Baldwin still wore a small beard that followed the line of his chin. Few English knights affected a beard, but Baldwin felt it necessary, even if it did itch here in the warmer climates. He wanted to honour his dead comrades. It was for that same reason that he wore a Templar cross on his sword. The symbol of his faith was strongly engraved on the bright blue tempered blade, a constant reminder to him that he should use the weapon only to the glory to God — or his own defence. Sadly, it was this same sword which had led to this pilgrimage. He had used it to kill the wrong man. The memory made him shudder, as though someone had walked over his grave.

Like all knights who had trained with lance and sword from youth, Baldwin was of a broad and muscular build. His face bore just one scar, from a raking knife-cut, but apart from that his features were unmarked. There were deep lines at either side of his mouth, but the main signs of his anguish at the loss of his Order had faded since he had been married to his Lady Jeanne two years ago — and especially since his daughter Richalda had been born. Since then his brown eyes had grown calmer, although they could at a moment’s notice achieve a powerful intensity. Some said he could see through a man’s soul when he studied them closely.