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The Crusade had been good to Dionysiac Mirabond, good in many ways. He was a Chevalier to the Archbishop of Arles when the call went out for men at arms to free the Holy Land from the Seljuks, and, under the direction of his patron, he raised a light cavalry of more than a hundred and fifty lancers and crossbowmen. His cavalry, with the rest of Archbidop Aicard’s forces, joined the army of Raymond de Saint-Gilles.
His cavalry was successful in all their battles, often outflanking the Turks and gaining land for the Crusade. And loot for themselves. Gold and goods. Each soldier returned with more wealth than had required him to serve and each also gained a prized weapon, a dagger of Damascene steel, sharper than any European blade. Dionysiac’s great prize, however, was neither gold nor goods; it was a Seljuk general, the favorite of the Caliph, captured during a surprise flank attack on the Turkish forces.
On their return to Arles, the Chevalier Miramond was raised to Marqués of Les-Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, and charged with the protection of the Camargue, Aigues-Mortes and of Arles itself from invasion by sea. He garrisoned two hundred mounted men-at-arms in Les Saintes-Maries, and another two hundred at Aigues-Mortes, all good chevaliers, or nearly of that status, capable not only of fighting, but of training and leading the general levy. All was calm since their return from the campaign, and now he awaited the Seljuk emissary with a ransom for their general.
That day was soon to come, and three corsairs were spotted making their way to the harbor of Les-Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. Miramond’s deputies met the contingent at the wharf and led them, and the ransom their men carried, to the Marqués’ stronghold.
The Seljuk general was enjoying a meal with his captor when his ransom arrived. Miramond had kept his captive well, as would be expected; a spacious and well-appointed room with fine food, following his religious laws, and two young handmaidens to see to his needs. Both men greeted the Emissary and his deputies. After the formalities were observed, the ransom was brought in for Miramond’s approval. As he rose to take the seat at the head of the hall, it was clear why his men had nick-named him “Femna-pièch”- “broad chest.” And not only was he broad of chest, his six-foot tall frame towered over the Turks. He sat, and the first of the offerings were brought before him.
“Ten chests of Damascene swords, fine cloths, and other goods, for your Lordship,” the Emissary announced.
Miramond quickly scanned and nodded his approval.
The next part of the ransom was brought in. Another ten large chests were brought before the Marqués.
“Gold and silver and jewels,” declared the Turk.
Much of it seemed to be looted from Christian Churches. Miramond reflected on how the gifting of such to the right ecclesiastical authorities would gain him favor.
“And now,” the Emissary announced, “ninety nubile female slaves at your Lordship’s disposal.”
Rows of young women, clad in diaphanous dress and chained in lines of ten, were brought before the Marqués. He looked on approvingly.
“Lastly,” began the Seljuk, “Ten virgins for your Lordship’s personal service.”
Ten attractive young women were marched before Miramond. His smile at the sight - and the prospect - clearly showed his approval. He rose and inspected the girls, one by one; all were fit to serve as whores to any Lord. The inspection finished, he addressed them.
“Who among you wishes to be the first I deflower, to be the premier concubine of the Lord of this estate?
His cavalry was successful in all their battles, often outflanking the Turks and gaining land for the Crusade. And loot for themselves. Gold and goods. Each soldier returned with more wealth than had required him to serve and each also gained a prized weapon, a dagger of Damascene steel, sharper than any European blade. Dionysiac’s great prize, however, was neither gold nor goods; it was a Seljuk general, the favorite of the Caliph, captured during a surprise flank attack on the Turkish forces.
On their return to Arles, the Chevalier Miramond was raised to Marqués of Les-Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, and charged with the protection of the Camargue, Aigues-Mortes and of Arles itself from invasion by sea. He garrisoned two hundred mounted men-at-arms in Les Saintes-Maries, and another two hundred at Aigues-Mortes, all good chevaliers, or nearly of that status, capable not only of fighting, but of training and leading the general levy. All was calm since their return from the campaign, and now he awaited the Seljuk emissary with a ransom for their general.
That day was soon to come, and three corsairs were spotted making their way to the harbor of Les-Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. Miramond’s deputies met the contingent at the wharf and led them, and the ransom their men carried, to the Marqués’ stronghold.
The Seljuk general was enjoying a meal with his captor when his ransom arrived. Miramond had kept his captive well, as would be expected; a spacious and well-appointed room with fine food, following his religious laws, and two young handmaidens to see to his needs. Both men greeted the Emissary and his deputies. After the formalities were observed, the ransom was brought in for Miramond’s approval. As he rose to take the seat at the head of the hall, it was clear why his men had nick-named him “Femna-pièch”- “broad chest.” And not only was he broad of chest, his six-foot tall frame towered over the Turks. He sat, and the first of the offerings were brought before him.
“Ten chests of Damascene swords, fine cloths, and other goods, for your Lordship,” the Emissary announced.
Miramond quickly scanned and nodded his approval.
The next part of the ransom was brought in. Another ten large chests were brought before the Marqués.
“Gold and silver and jewels,” declared the Turk.
Much of it seemed to be looted from Christian Churches. Miramond reflected on how the gifting of such to the right ecclesiastical authorities would gain him favor.
“And now,” the Emissary announced, “ninety nubile female slaves at your Lordship’s disposal.”
Rows of young women, clad in diaphanous dress and chained in lines of ten, were brought before the Marqués. He looked on approvingly.
“Lastly,” began the Seljuk, “Ten virgins for your Lordship’s personal service.”
Ten attractive young women were marched before Miramond. His smile at the sight - and the prospect - clearly showed his approval. He rose and inspected the girls, one by one; all were fit to serve as whores to any Lord. The inspection finished, he addressed them.
“Who among you wishes to be the first I deflower, to be the premier concubine of the Lord of this estate?