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assistance during the fighting.”
    I looked up at Sir Thomas and saw the concerned smile on his face. He wasn’t mad exactly.
    “Forgive me, sire, I don’t know what came over me. When I saw the King there with the Saracens about to overtake him, I…well…I just reacted,” I stammered.
    “I understand. And you’ve become quite the hero to the entire army. You saved a comrade without thinking of yourself, and the King, no less. That is one of the marks of greatness in a warrior, Tristan. But please. No more such acts of bravery. England can always get a new King. Good squires are not easy for me to find,” he said.
    I looked at Sir Thomas and he winked at me.
    “Get some rest,” he said. “We ride out in the morning.”
    It felt good to receive his praise, but in truth Sir Thomas’ words did little to resolve the conflicting emotions that poured through me. I struggled to understand what I had seen that day, and more important why any of it had happened in the first place. Finally, exhaustion overcame me, and I slept right there by the fire.
     
    The next afternoon our forces rode onto the plains surrounding the city of Acre and relieved a large force of Crusaders that had besieged it some months earlier. It was a beautiful spot, sitting right on the seacoast. From our position I could hear the waves crashing against the rocks below, and the sound was almost comforting somehow. The city itself sat on a promontory that jutted out into the sea. Out in the harbor, several Crusader ships bobbed in the waves as they blockaded the port. Beyond the stone walls, I could see the tiled rooftops of the buildings inside and as we moved into position the Saracens began to yell and jeer at us from the battlements, but they soon lost interest and fell silent.
    “It’s a pretty spot,” I said to Quincy as we surveyed the countryside.
    “Yes, it is. Sir Basil was here years ago. He says it was quite a wild place then. There are caves below the city, and I guess many pirates and marauders used them as a base. Perhaps we’ll have a chance to explore them someday,” he said.
    I would rather have left the caves to the pirates. I much preferred the open air. And who knew? There could still be pirates hiding in them. I’d never met any, but I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to like pirates, just on principle.
    The garrison of Saracens inside Acre had been holding out for months, desperate for the Saladin to send reinforcements, which he had yet to do. Upon his arrival, King Richard met with the Saracen leaders under a flag of truce and immediately demanded they cede the city to his command. They refused.
    For six weeks we camped outside the city, fighting sporadically but mainly waiting for them to just give up. Exhausted and running low on food, they were overwhelmed with sick and wounded and could barely mount a defense. The King preferred to wait them out, not wanting to needlessly sacrifice men in an assault when it seemed likely they would capitulate before long.
    Their surrender finally came on the eleventh of July and Acre was ours. We marched inside the gates, and I watched the Saracens, now prisoners of war, being led away.
    The Christian citizens of Acre were overjoyed to have the city under the Crusaders’ control once again. They had been well treated during the Saladin’s occupation. He had issued proclamations allowing them to worship as they pleased and to keep their homes and businesses. But when the siege began, not only was the city surrounded, but the Crusaders had closed off the port as well, and no supplies at all could get in or out. With no medicines and very little food the people had grown sick and hungry.
    The King immediately sent word to Cyprus and points east, and in a few days’ time ships began arriving with food and medicines. The Templar physicians enlisted the aid of us squires to help them treat the sick, and we shared our food with some who were near starvation. In these days the true

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