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St. Agnan made no effort to cross the street, but stood and watched until the carriage had disappeared around the next bend. “Who was that?” he asked when it had gone.

“Royal family,” Hugh told him. “Probably one of the King’s daughters, judging by the closed curtains, and even more probably the second eldest of them, Alice, since the escort were wearing Bishop Odo’s colors.”

“Who’s Bishop Odo?”

“Erstwhile Bishop of Fontainebleau, now secretary to the Patriarch Archbishop, and the Archbishop’s liaison with the King.”

St. Agnan turned slowly to look directly at Hugh, the beginnings of a frown between his brows. “So why would you associate him with one of the King’s daughters and not the others? Is there something going on between them?”

“Come.” De Payens stepped out and started to cross the narrow street. “It is generally accepted that Bishop Odo is … fond of the princess. But she is not yet fifteen, I think, while he is close to our age, so I doubt very seriously that anything is ‘going on between them,’ as you put it.”

The big knight’s frown did not abate. “Very well, she’s but a child and he’s fond of her … Fond enough to offer her an escort at all times?”

“Not at all times, no, but he has known the princess since she was a child, although from what I’ve heard, she is a child no longer. But Odo has been one of her father’s most loyal counselors for years, when Baldwin was Count 260

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of Edessa, long before he became King of Jerusalem.

Here, we go this way.” The entrance to a narrow alley was barely discernible among the shadows, and his companions, who had been listening attentively, followed closely as he took them along the short length of the alley and then across another narrow passageway that led them out onto a broad street, across from the main entrance to an imposing, well-guarded building.

“The Patriarch’s palace,” he said. “Stay close.”

He made his way deftly through the traffic on the noisy thoroughfare, weaving through a sea of livestock that contained camels, horses, cattle, swine, and goats and a colorful, polyglot mass of people, and presented himself to the guard at the main entrance. Having been duly recognized and acknowledged as presenting no threat to the Archbishop, he and his three companions were shown into a high-ceilinged, richly furnished chamber, where they were asked to wait until the Patriarch could see them.

They barely had time to examine the room’s treasures, let alone grow bored, before the Patriarch Archbishop swept into the room unattended, smiling widely and welcoming de Payens effusively before turning to put his friends at ease with equal warmth and courtesy. Warmund de Picquigny carried himself with the air of a born politician and was an attractive man by anyone’s standards, tall and silver haired with an imperiously hooked nose and fine, white, even teeth. He seemed to smile constantly, even when he was displeased. He was a gracious host and quickly made his visitors feel welcome, Awakenings

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but they spent little time in small talk, because all four of his visitors were soldiers, unaccustomed to the niceties of social intercourse and protocol. As soon as they were all seated, de Payens began to deliver the plea he had prepared, and from the moment the Archbishop discerned what was being asked of him, he sat rapt, making no move to interrupt the speaker or spoil the flow of what was being said.

When de Payens eventually fell silent, Warmund de Picquigny sat frowning into the middle distance, and then he reached for a small silver bell, rang it, and replaced it on the small table by his elbow.

“Your request is unique, my friend,” he said as the silver chimes died away. “In truth, I have never heard its like. It will require much thought.” The door at the end of the long room opened and a tall, dark-featured man wearing the purple of a bishop approached the Patriarch, who held up a restraining hand towards de Payens. “Forgive me,” he said quietly and turned to the newcomer.

“Has word arrived from Acre?”

“It has, my lord.”

“Excellent.” The Patriarch turned back to his visitors.

“You must excuse me, my friends, but we have been awaiting word most urgently from our associates in Acre, and I must plead the pressure of necessity in leaving you alone while I attend to it. I have merely to read the missive and make a decision based upon its contents. Once I have done that, Bishop Odo here will attend, on my behalf, to whatever must be done thereafter. It will not take long, so please do not feel any need to leave. I will have 262

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my people bring you food and drink, and I should be back here even before they have had time to do so.

Please, I pray you, be at ease here and await me.”

“He’s not going to grant it,” St. Agnan said as soon as the door had closed behind the Patriarch.

They all looked at him, but St. Omer was the first to respond. “What makes you think that, Archibald?”

“He made it obvious, didn’t he? To walk away and leave us sitting here before he’s heard us out? That’s a bad sign.”

“He heard us out, Archibald, be in no doubt of that,”

de Payens said. “And his leaving the room is the best sign we could have. He wants time alone now, to think about the pros and contras of what we are proposing. And the longer he remains away, the more thought he will be giving to our suggestions. Had he decided to reject our plea, he would have done so immediately and we would be on our way back to the caravanserai now. This man did not become Patriarch of Jerusalem by being stupid or indecisive.”

“What about this Acre urgency, won’t that claim all his attention?”

St. Agnan’s concern brought a smile to one corner of de Payens’s mouth. “There is no word from Acre. That bell is merely a tool the Patriarch uses to give himself time. Whoever comes in answer to the summons agrees to whatever the Archbishop asks or suggests, and an excuse is provided for the Archbishop to leave for as long as he may wish, without offending anyone unduly. In this instance, his departure works in our favor. The Arch-

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bishop is considering our case. We have done all we can do, and I don’t think we could have presented ourselves better than we did, so now we must wait for him to deliberate and reach the conclusion that will be most advantageous to him in both his personal and official capacities.

“But I feel confident. He could have asked us to return tomorrow, or next week. That he has asked us to remain tells me that he is intrigued by our proposal. But what we are suggesting here would be deemed heresy by any other priest to whom we mentioned it, and we must not lose sight of that. De Picquigny is made of different stuff, however, and he has needs that exist nowhere else. All that remains now—and it is already out of our hands—is for him to decide whether the benefits of what we are proposing would be large enough to outweigh the risks involved for him should he decide to proceed.”

The Patriarch’s house servants, all of them monks, bustled around them silently and efficiently for an hour, laying out a light but delicious meal of cold fowl, new-baked bread, fresh dates, and goat cheese, served with a variety of sherbets and chilled fruit drinks, and the four knights had barely finished clearing off everything on the table when Warmund de Picquigny returned. He graciously waved away any suggestion that he himself par-take of the food—there was still a substantial platter of dates on the table—and poured himself a cup of some sparkling liquid before sitting down in the spot where he had sat originally, by the table with the silver bell. He made no mention of anything to do with Acre and instead 264

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launched straight into what the knights had come to talk about, speaking primarily to de Payens but looking constantly from one man to another, so that they all felt included in what he had to say.

“Now, I need to understand, quite clearly and beyond doubt, exactly what it is that you are suggesting, because from what I have already heard, your proposal could make my life extremely difficult on several grounds. You are asking me to intercede on your behalf with your liege lords, because among you, you owe fealty to several noblemen, in order to persuade them to accept the loss of your services for a higher purpose and to permit all of you to commit yourselves to a life of penance, prayer, and seclusion. Is that correct?”

Hugh de Payens nodded. “Aye, my lord Patriarch, that is the gist of it. We wish to be permitted to dedicate ourselves to God now, after a lifetime of dedicated service to our masters and our knightly vows.”

There was a lengthy silence before de Picquigny solemnly shook his head. “I do not think I can achieve that for you, my friends,” he said quietly. “Not even with the best will in the world. Those knightly vows of which you speak are binding. They cannot be terminated at the will of any man, this side of death.”

De Payens raised a hand as if in surprise. “Not even for the purposes of serving God better?”

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shortage of monks in this land today, and all of them pray, some of them, I fear, better and more effectively than others. But all of them have another purpose, a function—a task or a duty, if you will—in addition to daily prayer and piety. The Knights of the Hospital are probably the most obvious example. They are nominally knights nowadays, but they are monks and always will be.

Their function, unchanged since the day of their formation five hundred years ago, has always been to serve the sick and ailing pilgrims visiting the Holy Places. That is what they do, and as Patriarch of Jerusalem, I rely heavily on their abundant and unstinting services, self-sacrifice, and goodwill. But they are monks, adhering to the Rule of Saint Benedict, and all that they do is predicated upon, and subservient to, that sacred Rule. It gives them their authority and it adds structure to their lives … rigid structure … to
every minute
of their lives.” He looked from one to the other of them, the hint of a smile hovering on his lips. “Would you be willing to subject yourselves to the Rule of Saint Benedict, or have you other thoughts on that matter?”

St. Agnan cleared his throat nervously. “Could we not have a rule of our own?”

The Archbishop barked a laugh. “Aye, you could, and easily, once you had spent twenty to thirty years establishing yourselves and your dedication to discipline and prayer and a way of life that sets you far apart from any other order of monastics. But I suspect you might have something more immediate than that in mind, no?” He turned his eyes once more to Hugh de Payens. “Tell me, 266

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my friend, for I am curious: what … what
prompted
this?

What was the thought, or argument, or incident that led to your decision to take this step and to come here seeking my support?”

Placed squarely on the spot, Hugh felt his face flushing even as chagrin churned in the depths of his belly. He had always prided himself on his truthfulness, and had never knowingly told an outright lie to anyone, so even in this extremity, with so much of import depending on his next response, he could not, nor would he, lie directly to the Patriarch Archbishop. He shrugged his shoulders and had begun to spread his hands helplessly, on the point of admitting his entire design, when the truth came to him suddenly enough to make the pit of his stomach feel hollow. He did not question the intuition as anything other than direct revelation, and shaken as he was, he merely changed his gesture into one that suggested mild embarrassment, then clapped his palms together quietly, his mind racing as he sought the words that would serve him best without committing him to a deliberate lie.

“I received …” He paused, frowned, and then began again, more emphatically, raising his eyes in pious suggestion towards the ceiling as he did so. “I
received
…

unforeseen and unbelievable instructions, my lord Archbishop. Instructions that came to me in the beginning as unconditional demands, yet proved later to be formless, unreasonable, and without substance. They contained no guidance, nothing that I could see as concrete or absolute. I simply became aware that I was under a Awakenings

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moral constraint to follow these demands, and that, my life being what it is today, I was, and I seemed destined to remain, incapable of obeying them or carrying them out.

I awoke one morning with that impossibility lodged in my mind, and I have not been free of the urge to change it since that day.”

The Archbishop’s eyebrows had risen high. “That is … impressive, Master de Payens. And might I be entitled to ask the substance of these … instructions?”

“Aye, my lord, most certainly. And if you understand them more readily than I have, I will be grateful for any enlightenment you may shed on them. I was commanded to think back upon my life, to re-examine everything of import that had taken place since my boyhood, and then to bend my mind to finding ways and means of using all my skills and my abilities to bring about great changes in Jerusalem and to discover and reveal the truth underlying the heart of the Kingdom and the Holy City of Jerusalem.”

Warmund de Picquigny sat silent, only the blankness of his expression indicating his inability to react immediately to this astonishing statement, and then he pulled himself together.

“
Your
skills and abilities, you said. Yours alone.” He waved a hand to indicate St. Omer and the others. “And what about your friends?”

De Payens shrugged, feeling very pleased with himself. The bait was cast, and he could sense the interest of the fish teasing at it. “I told them about my dilemma, shared my thoughts with them, and they became 268

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convinced that I had received a calling, a direct command, obscure as it might be, and they wished to aid me in my prosecution of it. That is why we are here.”