The letter from the Egyptian caliph made the crowd excited, and now it is even more worrying to learn that the prince of Damascus has withdrawn from the territory. The final decision was made: the day before the decisive battle with Kobha, all the pilgrims of the city gathered in front of the church and swore to march!

All the lords and knights raised their arms and shouted heartily one after another, and now they no longer had any psychological worries and burdens, because the money that had been taken by the Pisan people had been recovered, and the food supply problem had been solved, and they could finally fight the infidels with peace of mind!

In the excitement of the hearts and shouts, Ademar, whose face was a little tired, leaned against the stone wall next to the shrine of the sacristy, tilted his head and did not say a word, at this moment his attaché quietly pushed aside the noisy and gearing crowd, walked in front of him, and secretly handed over a secret letter. At this moment, the hermit Peter came over and asked what instructions the Holy See had, and Admar smiled, "The news of Monnichny's affairs spread much faster than supplies, first the Pisan ships on the island sent the news to Constantinople, and then very quickly, to the Holy Hearing of His Crown. ”

"What is the attitude of the Holy See?"

"The exact disposition will have to be approved by the Council of Privy Secrets, but I have understood the basic framework, and the Holy See has not concealed it from me in his letter - I will be recalled to the city of Rome to give a detailed written account of this riot and massacre against the Pisan people to the entire Council of Cardinals."

"You have to find someone to take the pot, don't you? In fact, the Holy See has long understood in his heart the root cause of this tragedy, but he cannot shoulder it himself, after all, the Christian world cannot be suspicious and divided because of the death of these dozens of merchants. In the midst of all the voices and conversations, Peter whispered, and the meaning was very obvious, since the Holy See is not willing to carry this pot, then you are here.

Ademar also sighed and agreed, "In my place is His Excellency Suffobel, Archbishop of Pisa, who will be the future Patriarch of Jerusalem, and it is said that there is also a figure to be sent to Seleucia. ”

Hearing this candidate, Peter became indignant, "The use of this person is undoubtedly a huge mistake of the Holy See in the use of people, which will cause estrangement and contradictions between the lords and the city of Rome!" ”

"That's what Your Majesty means, I don't have any room for beak." Ademar was extremely depressed, and in the bustle of the hall, his eyes were silent, staring at the dazzling holy artifacts and coming out of his mind, looking extremely lonely and disillusioned - across half the world, more than 100,000 people with different thoughts and aspirations, he joined in halfway, and will quietly leave in the middle, so what kind of role will he play in the eyes of future generations in this battle that is destined to go down in history?

All that is left to God to decide, and I will lead all to victory before Suffobel comes, and I will see the glorious and great Holy Sepulchre, so that I can leave with peace of mind.

On June 15, fourteen days before St. Paul's Day, and the day before the decisive battle with Kobha, in the midst of the majestic Acropolis of Antioch, Bohemond stood under his iconic white-on-white banner and Tancred, and stood in front of him the Armenians in full gear and three hundred Calabrian soldiers, commanded by Pak Aad and his sons, and Estus. Borduka, Bohemond has just delivered an impassioned speech, the core meaning of which is that in tomorrow's battle, you must all regard death as home, follow my nephew's battle flag, and strive to destroy the enemy's granary facilities on the hill next to the Iron Gate Fortress opposite, so that our army will play a decisive role in the victory or defeat of the battle, "I will never forget your military exploits and merits!" Bohemond clearly had something to say in his words, and the Armenians all had expressions of "we all know."

"How well are the horses trained?" After mobilizing, Bohemond asked his nephew.

Tank Red bowed, "It's not a big problem to control Mercedes-Benz, but it's not good to turn flexibly." ”

"That's enough, remember - the core you should rely on is the Calabrian soldiers." Then, Bohemond and his nephew walked side by side to the pheasant moat of the Acropolis tower, and in front of their eyes, there was the beautiful scenery of Antioch in the sun, and even the whole of Syria. ”

Tancred's flaxen-colored eyes, too, flashed brightly, and he pointed to the vast expanse of land, "Sooner or later, Marash, Edessa and Antioch will be completely united, and our parliament will be between Syria and Mesopotamia, and then westward, occupy the Anatolian plateau, and drive out the Turks." ”

"At that time, even if it was the crown of Rome, why should I take it?" Bohemond was imposing, his hands propped up.

After speaking, a herald hurried in, saying that the priesthood had invited all the nobles in the battle sequence to go to the church to keep vigil for the sacrament in the coming day, and then go out of the city to fight.

"This side of the battle is up to you!" Bohemond pressed his nephew by the shoulder, said with a heavy reassurance, then mounted his horse and hurried out of the holy city, towards St. Peter's Church below.

When he came to the entrance to the backyard of the church, he couldn't help but be stunned, he saw:

Sixteen monks in cross robes, with ceremonial crowns and rosaries, gathered around the ceremonial shoulders, on which sat a man in a splendid robe, holding in his hand a spear inlaid with gold, the tip of which was tied with purple silk, fluttering in the wind, and where the spear and the shoulder were passed, the young and old, fell on their knees, their faces against the dust of the street, and together with the guiding monks, they shouted praises to the righteous spirit of Jesus' martyrdom, and shouted the name of the spear.

"Damn, whatever." Bohemond immediately jumped off his horse and pushed away the crowd, and then in the guard of honor he saw very, very clearly that the man who sat on his open shoulders and held the "Longinus Holy Spear", even with such a beautiful and luxurious robe, could not hide his own lowly aura, not to mention the white, godless eyes, "Bartholomew!" Bohemond shouted angrily, and then the surging crowd, along with the conspicuously erected spear, squeezed into the courtyard of St. Peter's Church. (To be continued.) )