Itinerary
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unpropitious one, the ill-fated crowd of common soldiers burst forth; they
go
forth in arms, it is true, but they oppose themselves without precaution
against the coming danger; a fine body of young men, indeed,
distinguished for bravery, and that would yield to no victor, had it had a
head, or used counsel in its darings, or been as fond of battle as it was of
booty. Bat the army had no leader; every one was his own soldier and
guide; they scarcely paid attention to or followed their proper standards;
many
ran before them, and thought more of the booty than the battle in
which they were to perish. The Mahometans, when they saw the crowd
coming forth, whether from fear or design, gave way a little, and as they
did not gather up their baggage, they left their tents behind, rich with
various things. But under the declivity of an adjacent mount they collected
their lost courage, and stopped, while they sent
spies to discover the object
at which our men aimed, and why they had come forth. Tecadin, the
sultanÕs grandson, at that time had pitched his tent opposite the camp of
Himbert; he was a man of active spirit and bold in arms, but of exceeding
wickedness and implacable cruelty, and he hated above all things the name
of Christian. Hither the aforesaid multitude hastened; hither the lust for
plunder urges every one, and they, who were eager after the spoil,
explored not the ambuscades that lay around.
Many glutted their appetite
with the abundance of food they met with, and having relinquished their
arms, lay down in over security, as if they had been invited to a feast. The
Turks, having learnt what was going on, soon poured in on all sides, and
shouting with a terrible noise, as is their wont, gained an easy victory over
a scattered and stupefied foe. No one dreamt of fighting, every one thought
of flight; but being on foot, laden with arms, and
exhausted with thirst and
heat, they could not escape when pursued by an active and mounted
enemy. In all directions they were routed, and thrown into confusion; no
quarter was given, nor a captive taken; fury could not satisfy its appetite,
and anger recalls the sword, which the weariness of the striker had for a
moment laid aside. Wherever fear urged any one, he was sure to meet with
death; an inevitable fate threatened one and all. The foe and slaughter
presented themselves on all sides;
numbers were wounded, and four
thousand are reckoned to have been slain. Though they heard the tumult,