This is one of the more lately written pieces to my story. I was bored when writing it, and as you shall see it kind of got ridiculous. I’ll be taking those parts about, but I want to include a visit to one of the Medieval ports in my story to give an idea of how Crusading by sea was slowly becoming more favorable. A small group of Crusaders could probably gain passage via the ports with ease, but transporting an entire army takes lots of time and money, as explained in one of my older posts: The Chronicles of the Crusades.
P.S. Please excuse the little notes within, I just copied everything I had written in my pad onto the computer without separating notes from the story.
The knights gallantly rode their horses into the town centre. People were bustling to and fro, merchants selling their goods at their stands, and the cries of the gulls rising high over the community. “Genoa,” Baldwin wandered off, “It has been many years since I’ve visited your streets.” They all rode down through the narrow streets, Blacwin gazed in awe upon the Italian works. The city managed to distract his thought, but mostly since he lived in the rural countryside of France.
Winding their horses down the stone streets, they finally arrived at the great ports of the city. A cool breeze blew in from the gracious plateau of the sea, which extended it’s reaches to the very end of the horizon. Baldwin dismounted from his steed and was first to speak, “The sea is now our only way of passage to Jerusalem. Let us pray that it may remain open for our travel.” The men nodded in silent agreement and likewise dismounted. Read the rest of this entry »
Master Paul Xavier
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Miss Angela Rose
Lady Kerin
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The Return to Genoa
December 16, 2007
P.S. Please excuse the little notes within, I just copied everything I had written in my pad onto the computer without separating notes from the story.
The knights gallantly rode their horses into the town centre. People were bustling to and fro, merchants selling their goods at their stands, and the cries of the gulls rising high over the community. “Genoa,” Baldwin wandered off, “It has been many years since I’ve visited your streets.” They all rode down through the narrow streets, Blacwin gazed in awe upon the Italian works. The city managed to distract his thought, but mostly since he lived in the rural countryside of France.
Winding their horses down the stone streets, they finally arrived at the great ports of the city. A cool breeze blew in from the gracious plateau of the sea, which extended it’s reaches to the very end of the horizon. Baldwin dismounted from his steed and was first to speak, “The sea is now our only way of passage to Jerusalem. Let us pray that it may remain open for our travel.” The men nodded in silent agreement and likewise dismounted. Read the rest of this entry »