Damietta
VictortheMonarch
Victor the Crusader
“... and for that we must take Cairo! Without it it shall be impossible to ever end the Ayyubid threat! You do not kill a snake by caution, only by stamping it’s head does it die!” Robert’s speech invigorated me, and had I not been here before, I too would have given him leave, which would leave to his death.
Before this meeting, I had been in Tunis, sick with Dysentery, one moment, I was struggling to awaken, the next I was hale and hearty, twenty two years earlier. My brother was still alive, and my faith in god reinvigorated, he gave me but one more chance, a chance I shant forget.
“My lords, I see those who wish to strike like lightning, who wish to believe that god wills us to push south and end the Ayyubids. I also see those who wish to wait, and fight with Caution. I believe both of these to be fools errands. What are the power points of the Ayyubids? Egypt? Syria? The Holy Land? None of these are the power points of the Islamic Ayyubids, yet they are all.” I said, and with a gesture I felt the sun breach the window behind me, as if giving a holy gale upon me.
“We are at the forchance of greatness, but we must strike when it is right, too quickly and the meat is raw, and too long and it is burnt. We must take what brings power to the Ayyubids, and that is the fertile land. An Army with no food, is one surely to disband. My lords, if we are to defeat the Ayyubids, Egypt must burn.” I said, taking a piece of bread. “Scour the nile. Take what crop one can handle and burn what is left. Yet be gracious to the common Egyptian, let them take what crop they must, let them eat of the grain grown in their lands, yet let none forfeit to the Ayyubids, for they are surely the Devils advocates on this Earth.” I said, before turning to Sir William Longespée.
“Good Sir Knight, you must take the city of Alexandria, take the Saracens gate to the Mediterranean, and do so quickly, I grant you leave to take some of the men and a few ships. Take the City of The Great and it shall forever be thy home.” I said, as Sir WIlliam Knelt. “Your grace, by god’s leave.” He said, before leaving the room. “The rest of thee I have but one mission, let Egypt Burn.” I said, before turning and leaving.
Before this meeting, I had been in Tunis, sick with Dysentery, one moment, I was struggling to awaken, the next I was hale and hearty, twenty two years earlier. My brother was still alive, and my faith in god reinvigorated, he gave me but one more chance, a chance I shant forget.
“My lords, I see those who wish to strike like lightning, who wish to believe that god wills us to push south and end the Ayyubids. I also see those who wish to wait, and fight with Caution. I believe both of these to be fools errands. What are the power points of the Ayyubids? Egypt? Syria? The Holy Land? None of these are the power points of the Islamic Ayyubids, yet they are all.” I said, and with a gesture I felt the sun breach the window behind me, as if giving a holy gale upon me.
“We are at the forchance of greatness, but we must strike when it is right, too quickly and the meat is raw, and too long and it is burnt. We must take what brings power to the Ayyubids, and that is the fertile land. An Army with no food, is one surely to disband. My lords, if we are to defeat the Ayyubids, Egypt must burn.” I said, taking a piece of bread. “Scour the nile. Take what crop one can handle and burn what is left. Yet be gracious to the common Egyptian, let them take what crop they must, let them eat of the grain grown in their lands, yet let none forfeit to the Ayyubids, for they are surely the Devils advocates on this Earth.” I said, before turning to Sir William Longespée.
“Good Sir Knight, you must take the city of Alexandria, take the Saracens gate to the Mediterranean, and do so quickly, I grant you leave to take some of the men and a few ships. Take the City of The Great and it shall forever be thy home.” I said, as Sir WIlliam Knelt. “Your grace, by god’s leave.” He said, before leaving the room. “The rest of thee I have but one mission, let Egypt Burn.” I said, before turning and leaving.