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She doesn't have to be
“You don’t know how much I wish there was another way,” Almira said
with great honesty. “I know how you strain against this. It’s your greatest
battle. But even when you swore yourself to me, we knew the outcome
would be the same.”
“I don’t… I don’t know how to be a lady,” Hira admitted sheepishly.
Almira smiled a little. “I didn’t know how to be a queen.”
A ridiculous statement, for one so fully qualified. Almira didn’t see how
she spoke and how she operated, how she bore the weight of the crown with
such ease and assuredness. Not even the king could compare to the manner
her in the ways she faced her duties without fear.
“You were born to be a queen. Uncle Beltran, may the veils protect his
soul, taught you from a young age,” Hira said.
Almira looked down. She still deeply mourned her father, though she
didn’t express it often. He guided all her movements.
“Aye, he did.” Almira looked back at her fiercely. “But you and I? We’re
the same. We’re sea dragons, born from the same ocean pool. Father
couldn’t have lived forever and one day you had to take up this banner and
lead. Bach’s death cemented that. I know you’ve been prolonging your
departure, but your mother ails, and our country is vulnerable.” She
tightened the hold on Hira’s hands. “This is not about you, Hira. This is
about our people; they need a leader. These sailors? They’re yours.”
She studied Almira’s brown hand, soft and cared for. She was beloved in
Easima. Almira smiled a little and touched Hira’s cheek, traveling her
fingers over the scar that crossed her face. Hira flinched.
“Along with that, you marry when you wish and who you wish. I won’t
drive you to such miseries,” Almira finally said.
Instant, tentative relief filled Hira, and she smiled brightly at her cousin.
“Truly?”
“Truly.” The queen
Saladin
In striking contrast to the Christian bandits, real chivalry was to be found among the Saracen "infidels" like the Moslem leader Saladin. He was a natural warrior, unequalled in his knowledge of the arts of war at that time. He was also brave, loyal and generous. Born a Kurd, when the Kurds were looked down upon by Arabs, he had risen from the ranks and became one of the Sultan's most trusted guards. Saladin knew both how to capture a city and also how to hold onto it.
When Nur-al-Din died, he was succeeded by his Kurdish general, Shirkuh. But the latter soon died, apparently from over-eating, and his place was taken by his nephew, Saladin, who became Vizir. This remarkable man was a mystic and an ascetic who fasted, slept on a rough mat and gave alms to the poor ceaselessly. His inquiring mind decided that there was much good in Christianity, and he won respect even from his crusader enemies.
Saladin united all the Arab states - a great achievement - and created the most formidable fighting force in the world. He became king of Egypt and Syria in 1176 with the blessing of the Caliph of Baghdad. He organised a jihad against the invaders and showed himself to be a brilliant military tactician, forcing the Franks to fight on his terms, at a time and place of his choosing.
In complete contrast, the moral character of the Frankish leaders may be seen by the conduct of a man called Reynault. This truly Christian knight had tortured a priest to death by the procedure of cutting numerous wounds in his head, then smearing these with honey and leaving the rest to the insects. This gangster was defeated by Saladin in a famous battle in July 1187 by guerrilla tactics. The Franks were lured into the desert, where they were tormented by the heat and worn down by the
