Richard Blake - The Sword of Damascus

Acknowledgements

The verse in Chapter 3 is from Ad Puerum Anglicum , by Hilary the Englishman (twelfth century). Translation by the author:

O pretty boy gorgeous as the flower,

Shining like a gem Id have you know

How the beauty of your face

Seems to me the very torch of love...

The words spoken at the crucifixion in Chapter 28 are from the Koran, 5:33, translated by George Sale (16971736).

The words ascribed to Euripides in Chapter 39 are actually from John Milton, Paradise Lost , I, 263.

The story recounted in Chapter 40 is the, Story of the Confectioner, his Wife, and the Parrot, from The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night , translated by Richard Burton (182190).

The verse in Chapter 43 is from the Diwan of Ibn al-Farid (twelfth century), translated by R.A. Nicholson (d.1945), Studies in Islamic Mysticism , Cambridge University Press, Cambridge, 1921.

The verse in Chapter 53 is from Virgil, Aeneid , Book VI, 67.

Now, when the purple morn had chasd away

The dewy shadows, and restord the day.

Translation by John Dryden (16311700).

The Latin quote in Chapter 62 is from M. Tullius Cicero (10643 bc ), First Speech against Catiline. Translation: How long, O Catiline, will you abuse our patience? How long is your madness still to mock us? When shall there be an end to your unbridled audacity? Translation by the author.

The words ascribed to an ancient poet in Chapter 65 are actually from Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley (17921822).

Also by Richard Blake

Conspiracies of Rome

The Terror of Constantinople

The Blood of Alexandria

Chapter 1

Jarrow, Thursday, 27 December 686

Is that wank on your sleeve? I croaked accusingly. The boy opened his mouth and stepped backwards through the doorway. I gave him a bleary look and carried on with pulling myself together. If Id supposed I could hide that Id been dozing, this was all else aside the wrong boy. Out of habit, Id spoken Greek. Edward was barely competent in Latin. I leaned forward in the chair. My neck was hurting where my head had fallen sideways. The beer jug Id brought with me into my cell was empty, and I was feeling cold again.

My Lord Abbot presents his compliments, Edward opened in obviously rehearsed Latin, and begs your presence in the bell tower. His face took on a faint look of relief before lapsing into its usual blankness.

The bell tower, indeed! I grunted. And Benedict imagines I can skip up and down his twelve-foot ladder as if I were one of Jacobs angels. One day, if hes lucky, he might have eight years of his own to every foot of that ladder. But I stopped. It was plain Id lost the boy. I groaned and reached for my stick. As I finally got to my feet, he tied the threadbare shawl about me. I ignored the offer of his arm for support, and made my own way into the corridor.

As I came back to what passes with me for life, I noticed that the banging had stopped yet again. I looked round. My cell was only a few yards along from the side gate of the monastery. It was still barred. However, the buckets of water Id suggested were filled and ready for use.

Do be a love, Edward, I said, now in English, and have some more charcoal put in that brazier. Its perishing in here. If Im to live long enough to have my throat cut, youll need to keep me warmer than you do. I looked again at him. Wanking would have been pardonable in the circumstances. But it was most likely snot.

I gripped at the rail and looked down at the rain-sodden waste that is Northumbria. On better days, you can see from here all the way down to the Tyne. This wasnt one of the better days. In the mist that had come up again, a few hundred yards was about the limit. There was a fire burning now close by the limit of visibility, and some of the northern beasts were dancing about it. I supposed theyd looted more beer from somewhere. Lucky beasts! I thought.

So, what is it thats got all these old women in another panic? I wheezed. I spoke once more in Greek. This time, I got an answer.

Its over here, said Brother Joseph in his flat Syrian accent. He guided me across the floor of the little tower and pointed down to a spot about fifty feet from the main gate. The Lord Alaric will see that we do indeed have a new development.

The Lord Alaric died when he left Constantinople, I said, now softly. I must tell you again Im plain Brother Aelric born in Richborough, to die in Jarrow.

It is as Your Magnificence wishes, he said, with one of his maddening bows.

No point arguing here and now, I thought. I looked out again into the mist. My heart skipped a beat and my hands tightened on the rail. Focusing isnt what it used to be. But I could see from his hair that theyd got hold of young Tatfrid. He was one of the boys who hadnt been able to make it through the gates before theyd swung shut. Now, hed been dragged from whatever hiding place hed found. Theyd nailed him to a door and slit his belly open. His guts theyd arranged about him in the shape of an eagles wings and nailed them in place. How theyd kept him alive was beyond me. But if he was no longer up to screaming, he was still twisting. The door was propped up at the angle of a pitched roof, and more of the beasts were dancing in front of it. One of them was pulling at the boys trousers, and another was waving a knife up at us. It wasnt hard to see what they had in mind. It was all noiseless, and, with the progress of the afternoon, white mist swirled thicker on the ground like insubstantial snow, hiding the lower halves of the cavorting bodies.

I swallowed and looked steadily down. Oh, Ive seen suffering and death enough to fill many more years than Ive been in the world. One way or another, Ive caused enough of it myself. But it isnt every day you see one of your best students butchered. Only five days before no, it must have been just three and hed been construing Virgil downstairs. Now, the poor boy was I forced myself to look away and turned back to Joseph.

Can you get an arrow into the right spot? I asked.

He looked and pursed his lips. He nodded and reached for his bow.

In the name of God no! It was Benedict. He hadnt followed the words, but the meaning was plain enough. He snatched at the bow and threw it down. Has there not been enough killing? he cried indignantly in Latin. If these benighted children have brought perdition on their heads, must we now do likewise?

I bent slowly down and took up the bow. I gave it back to Joseph.

Take careful aim, I said. We can settle things with the Bishop as and when. I stared at the Abbot until he looked away.

As Joseph fitted an arrow, there was a sudden commotion over on our right. It was the Chieftain and his retainers. They stood in a tight group, their cloaks pasted heavily about them by the fine rain. While I strained to see them properly, the herald stood forward and began another shouted message. The work of gelding laid aside for the moment, everyone nearby gathered round him to wave spears and shout fiercely at every pause.

Whats he saying now? I asked. Benedict had assured me their language was close to English. Ive known many Germanic tongues, and most of them have been pretty close to English if you can hear past the different inflections. This one was beyond me. It might have been a dog down there barking away.

He says, Master, someone whispered from behind, that they will all go away tomorrow morning if we but open the gate and let them take what they have come across the wide northern seas to obtain. They also ask for food.

I looked round as far as my neck would turn. It was Edward. His words had come out in a strangled gasp, and Id not recognised the voice. His face carried a look of alarm which was natural enough, but also of confusion, and just a little of fascinated curiosity.