By Mark Teppo
Through the 5th campaign, the bloody siege of Damietta grinds to a stalemate and a tender Christian soldier starts having visions… Raphael of Acre, a tender start up of the Shield-Brethren, turns into a struggle hero in the course of a vicious conflict for keep watch over of a Muslim stronghold. one in all his partners, Eptor, is wounded within the conflict and falls below the impact of odd hallucinations. while an outstanding plots to control Eptor’s visions into battle propaganda, Raphael struggles among responsibility to the reason and responsibility to his religion. not able to reconcile his roles as Christian and soldier, Raphael seeks out an not likely resource of information ― the nice pacifist Francis of Assisi. a part of the Foreworld Saga, Dreamer confronts the ambiguity of utilizing sword and fist with a view to unfold a message of humility and compassion.
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Raphael requested. “How? ” “Did I no longer abandon you and Eptor to the legate? Did I now not fail to transform Al-Kamil to Christianity, to discover a relaxed answer to the enmity among the Church and the Sultan? Have I now not spent my whole lifestyles preaching nonviolence, calling out each day for every folks to fill our hearts with not anything yet peace? And has my own campaign lessened the violence that surrounds us? ” Raphael couldn't carry himself to vocalize contract — the assumption appeared so vastly reprehensible in its cruelty — yet he couldn't verbalize any cogent argument on the contrary. His throat used to be too tight for any phrases to flee. Brother Francis provided him a sort smile. “I were the following for plenty of weeks,” he stated. “Every day I ask God this question: What have i actually entire? What have I performed that has made any distinction? ” Raphael nodded, listening to an echo of these questions in his personal center. “Has He provided you a solution? ” he requested. Brother Francis idly rubbed the again of his hand back, and Raphael spotted that, even within the gloom of the shack, the shadows at the backs of the monk’s fingers remained. “He has,” Brother Francis acknowledged. “Rather, he'll. quickly. ” He smile back, and this time his smile was once freed from any sorrow. “I have confidence. ” Raphael desired to contact the opposite man’s face, to track his palms alongside the curve of that smile in a useless attempt to appreciate the way it used to be shaped. After every little thing he had noticeable, how may possibly he nonetheless hold to his religion? After every thing i've got performed, how am i able to be valuable of such religion? Brother Francis twisted round and grabbed the sting of the chest. He pulled it in the direction of him and fumbled with the lid. He took out a ragged scrap of parchment, and rooting round contained in the field, he positioned numerous shards of charcoal. “Do you recognize a lot concerning the Muslim religion? ” he requested as he smoothed the piece of parchment flat. “Their holy ebook is termed the Qur’an, and it includes a record of the names of God. Ninety-nine of them, actually. The Sultan, Al-Kamil, instructed me approximately this while he and that i met in Egypt. he's a huge guy, and to today, I want the suggest and petty ameliorations of our cultures didn't hinder us from being larger neighbors. ” He sighed. “I was once born in Acre,” Raphael stated, “as was once my mom and her mom. ” Brother Francis eyed him. “And but you're a Christian guy? ” Raphael struggled together with his resolution. “The in simple terms vows i've got ever sworn — the one ones i'm going to ever maintain — are these I swore to Athena Promachos. ” “‘She who fights within the entrance line,’” Brother Francis acknowledged. “Those are difficult vows to maintain. ” He laughed. no longer from a spot of pity or conceitedness, yet from uncomplicated readability. “You could be a greater guy than I, Raphael of Acre,” he admitted. He confirmed Raphael the sheet. It was once coated with a couple of skewed strains of Latin, and Raphael learn a number of: “You are sturdy, all reliable, ideally suited Good…” “It is yet a pittance,” Brother Francis defined. “A distraction, maybe, from what i'm intended to be doing, yet for a while, it's been anything i've been craving to write down.