الفصل الفصل 32 · The Crusades

BUT ALL THESE DIFFERENT QUARRELS WERE FORGOTTEN WHEN THE TURKS

TOOK THE HOLY LAND, DESECRATED THE HOLY PLACES AND INTERFERED

SERIOUSLY WITH THE TRADE FROM EAST TO WEST. EUROPE WENT CRUSADING

During three centuries there had been peace between Christians and

Moslems except in Spain and in the eastern Roman Empire, the two states

defending the gateways of Europe. The Mohammedans having conquered

Syria in the seventh century were in possession of the Holy Land. But

they regarded Jesus as a great prophet (though not quite as great as

Mohammed), and they did not interfere with the pilgrims who wished

to pray in the church which Saint Helena, the mother of the Emperor

Constantine, had built on the spot of the Holy Grave. But early in the

eleventh century, a Tartar tribe from the wilds of Asia, called the

Seljuks or Turks, became masters of the Mohammedan state in western

Asia and then the period of tolerance came to an end. The Turks took

all of Asia Minor away from the eastern Roman Emperors and they made an

end to the trade between east and west.

Alexis, the Emperor, who rarely saw anything of his Christian

neighbours of the west, appealed for help and pointed to the danger

which threatened Europe should the Turks take Constantinople.

The Italian cities which had established colonies along the coast of

Asia Minor and Palestine, in fear for their possessions, reported

terrible stories of Turkish atrocities and Christian suffering. All

Europe got excited.

Pope Urban II, a Frenchman from Reims, who had been educated at the

same famous cloister of Cluny which had trained Gregory VII, thought

that the time had come for action. The general state of Europe was

far from satisfactory. The primitive agricultural methods of that day

(unchanged since Roman times) caused a constant scarcity of food. There

was unemployment and hunger and these are apt to lead to discontent and

riots. Western Asia in older days had fed millions. It was an excellent

field for the purpose of immigration.

Therefore at the council of Clermont in France in the year 1095 the

Pope arose, described the terrible horrors which the infidels had

inflicted upon the Holy Land, gave a glowing description of this

country which ever since the days of Moses had been overflowing with

milk and honey, and exhorted the knights of France and the people of

Europe in general to leave wife and child and deliver Palestine from

the Turks.

A wave of religious hysteria swept across the continent. All reason

stopped. Men would drop their hammer and saw, walk out of their shop

and take the nearest road to the east to go and kill Turks. Children

would leave their homes to “go to Palestine” and bring the terrible

Turks to their knees by the mere appeal of their youthful zeal and

Christian piety. Fully ninety percent of those enthusiasts never got

within sight of the Holy Land. They had no money. They were forced to

beg or steal to keep alive. They became a danger to the safety of the

highroads and they were killed by the angry country people.

The first Crusade, a wild mob of honest Christians, defaulting

bankrupts, penniless noblemen and fugitives from justice, following the

lead of half-crazy Peter the Hermit and Walter-without-a-Cent, began

their campaign against the Infidels by murdering all the Jews whom

they met by the way. They got as far as Hungary and then they were all

killed.

This experience taught the Church a lesson. Enthusiasm alone would not

set the Holy Land free. Organisation was as necessary as good-will and

courage. A year was spent in training and equipping an army of 200,000

men. They were placed under command of Godfrey of Bouillon, Robert,

duke of Normandy, Robert, count of Flanders, and a number of other

noblemen, all experienced in the art of war.

[Illustration: THE FIRST CRUSADE]

In the year 1096 this second crusade started upon its long voyage.

At Constantinople the knights did homage to the Emperor. (For as I

have told you, traditions die hard, and a Roman Emperor, however poor

and powerless, was still held in great respect). Then they crossed

into Asia, killed all the Moslems who fell into their hands, stormed

Jerusalem, massacred the Mohammedan population, and marched to the

Holy Sepulchre to give praise and thanks amidst tears of piety and

gratitude. But soon the Turks were strengthened by the arrival of fresh

troops. Then they retook Jerusalem and in turn killed the faithful

followers of the Cross.

[Illustration: THE WORLD OF THE CRUSADERS]

During the next two centuries, seven other crusades took place.

Gradually the Crusaders learned the technique of the trip. The land

voyage was too tedious and too dangerous. They preferred to cross the

Alps and go to Genoa or Venice where they took ship for the east. The

Genoese and the Venetians made this trans-Mediterranean passenger

service a very profitable business. They charged exorbitant rates,

and when the Crusaders (most of whom had very little money) could

not pay the price, these Italian “profiteers” kindly allowed them to

“work their way across.” In return for a fare from Venice to Acre, the

Crusader undertook to do a stated amount of fighting for the owners of

his vessel. In this way Venice greatly increased her territory along

the coast of the Adriatic and in Greece, where Athens became a Venetian

colony, and in the islands of Cyprus and Crete and Rhodes.

[Illustration: THE CRUSADERS TAKE JERUSALEM]

All this, however, helped little in settling the question of the Holy

Land. After the first enthusiasm had worn off, a short crusading trip

became part of the liberal education of every well-bred young man, and

there never was any lack of candidates for service in Palestine. But

the old zeal was gone. The Crusaders, who had begun their warfare with

deep hatred for the Mohammedans and great love for the Christian people

of the eastern Roman Empire and Armenia, suffered a complete change

of heart. They came to despise the Greeks of Byzantium, who cheated

them and frequently betrayed the cause of the Cross, and the Armenians

and all the other Levantine races, and they began to appreciate the

virtues of their enemies who proved to be generous and fair opponents.

Of course, it would never do to say this openly. But when the Crusader

returned home, he was likely to imitate the manners which he had

learned from his heathenish foe, compared to whom the average western

knight was still a good deal of a country bumpkin. He also brought

with him several new food-stuffs, such as peaches and spinach which

he planted in his garden and grew for his own benefit. He gave up the

barbarous custom of wearing a load of heavy armour and appeared in the

flowing robes of silk or cotton which were the traditional habit of

the followers of the Prophet and were originally worn by the Turks.

Indeed the Crusades, which had begun as a punitive expedition against

the Heathen, became a course of general instruction in civilisation for

millions of young Europeans.

[Illustration: THE CRUSADER’S GRAVE]

From a military and political point of view the Crusades were a

failure. Jerusalem and a number of cities were taken and lost. A dozen

little kingdoms were established in Syria and Palestine and Asia Minor,

but they were re-conquered by the Turks and after the year 1244 (when

Jerusalem became definitely Turkish) the status of the Holy Land was

the same as it had been before 1095.

But Europe had undergone a great change. The people of the west had

been allowed a glimpse of the light and the sunshine and the beauty of

the east. Their dreary castles no longer satisfied them. They wanted a

broader life. Neither Church nor State could give this to them.

They found it in the cities.

THE MEDIÆVAL CITY

WHY THE PEOPLE OF THE MIDDLE AGES SAID THAT “CITY AIR IS FREE AIR”

The early part of the Middle Ages had been an era of pioneering and of

settlement. A new people, who thus far had lived outside the wild range

of forest, mountains and marshes which protected the north-eastern

frontier of the Roman Empire, had forced its way into the plains of

western Europe and had taken possession of most of the land. They

were restless, as all pioneers have been since the beginning of time.

They liked to be “on the go.” They cut down the forests and they cut

each other’s throats with equal energy. Few of them wanted to live

in cities. They insisted upon being “free,” they loved to feel the

fresh air of the hillsides fill their lungs while they drove their

herds across the wind-swept pastures. When they no longer liked their

old homes, they pulled up stakes and went away in search of fresh

adventures.

The weaker ones died. The hardy fighters and the courageous women who

had followed their men into the wilderness survived. In this way they

developed a strong race of men. They cared little for the graces of

life. They were too busy to play the fiddle or write pieces of poetry.

They had little love for discussions. The priest, “the learned man” of

the village (and before the middle of the thirteenth century, a layman

who could read and write was regarded as a “sissy”) was supposed to

settle all questions which had no direct practical value. Meanwhile

the German chieftain, the Frankish Baron, the Northman Duke (or

whatever their names and titles) occupied their share of the territory

which once had been part of the great Roman Empire and among the ruins

of past glory, they built a world of their own which pleased them

mightily and which they considered quite perfect.

They managed the affairs of their castle and the surrounding country to

the best of their ability. They were as faithful to the commandments of

the Church as any weak mortal could hope to be. They were sufficiently

loyal to their king or emperor to keep on good terms with those distant

but always dangerous potentates. In short, they tried to do right and

to be fair to their neighbours without being exactly unfair to their

own interests.

It was not an ideal world in which they found themselves. The greater

part of the people were serfs or “villeins,” farmhands who were as much

a part of the soil upon which they lived as the cows and sheep whose

stables they shared. Their fate was not particularly happy nor was it

particularly unhappy. But what was one to do? The good Lord who ruled

the world of the Middle Ages had undoubtedly ordered everything for the

best. If He, in his wisdom, had decided that there must be both knights

and serfs, it was not the duty of these faithful sons of the church to

question the arrangement. The serfs therefore did not complain but when

they were too hard driven, they would die off like cattle which are not

fed and stabled in the right way, and then something would be hastily

done to better their condition. But if the progress of the world had

been left to the serf and his feudal master, we would still be living

after the fashion of the twelfth century, saying “abracadabra” when

we tried to stop a tooth-ache, and feeling a deep contempt and hatred

for the dentist who offered to help us with his “science,” which most

likely was of Mohammedan or heathenish origin and therefore both wicked

and useless.

When you grow up you will discover that many people do not believe in

“progress” and they will prove to you by the terrible deeds of some

of our own contemporaries that “the world does not change.” But I

hope that you will not pay much attention to such talk. You see, it

took our ancestors almost a million years to learn how to walk on

their hind legs. Other centuries had to go by before their animal-like

grunts developed into an understandable language. Writing—the art of

preserving our ideas for the benefit of future generations, without

which no progress is possible—was invented only four thousand years

ago. The idea of turning the forces of nature into the obedient

servants of man was quite new in the days of your own grandfather. It

seems to me, therefore, that we are making progress at an unheard-of

rate of speed. Perhaps we have paid a little too much attention to the

mere physical comforts of life. That will change in due course of time

and we shall then attack the problems which are not related to health

and to wages and plumbing and machinery in general.

But please do not be too sentimental about the “good old days.” Many

people who only see the beautiful churches and the great works of art

which the Middle Ages have left behind grow quite eloquent when they

compare our own ugly civilisation with its hurry and its noise and the

evil smells of backfiring motor trucks with the cities of a thousand

years ago. But these mediæval churches were invariably surrounded by

miserable hovels compared to which a modern tenement house stands forth

as a luxurious palace. It is true that the noble Lancelot and the

equally noble Parsifal, the pure young hero who went in search of the

Holy Grail, were not bothered by the odor of gasoline. But there were

other smells of the barnyard variety—odors of decaying refuse which

had been thrown into the street—of pig-sties surrounding the Bishop’s

palace—of unwashed people who had inherited their coats and hats from

their grandfathers and who had never learned the blessing of soap. I

do not want to paint too unpleasant a picture. But when you read in

the ancient chronicles that the King of France, looking out of the

windows of his palace, fainted at the stench caused by the pigs rooting

in the streets of Paris, when an ancient manuscript recounts a few

details of an epidemic of the plague or of small-pox, then you begin to

understand that “progress” is something more than a catchword used by

modern advertising men.

No, the progress of the last six hundred years would not have been

possible without the existence of cities. I shall, therefore, have

to make this chapter a little longer than many of the others. It is

too important to be reduced to three or four pages, devoted to mere

political events.

The ancient world of Egypt and Babylonia and Assyria had been a world

of cities. Greece had been a country of City-States. The history of

Phœnicia was the history of two cities called Sidon and Tyre. The

Roman Empire was the “hinterland” of a single town. Writing, art,

science, astronomy, architecture, literature, the theatre—the list is

endless—have all been products of the city.

For almost four thousand years the wooden bee-hive which we call a town

had been the workshop of the world. Then came the great migrations. The

Roman Empire was destroyed. The cities were burned down and Europe once

more became a land of pastures and little agricultural villages. During

the Dark Ages the fields of civilisation had lain fallow.

The Crusades had prepared the soil for a new crop. It was time for the

harvest, but the fruit was plucked by the burghers of the free cities.

I have told you the story of the castles and the monasteries, with

their heavy stone enclosures—the homes of the knights and the monks,

who guarded men’s bodies and their souls. You have seen how a few

artisans (butchers and bakers and an occasional candle stick maker)

came to live near the castle to tend to the wants of their masters and

to find protection in case of danger. Sometimes the feudal lord allowed

these people to surround their houses with a stockade. But they were

dependent for their living upon the good-will of the mighty Seigneur

of the castle. When he went about they knelt before him and kissed his

hand.

Then came the Crusades and many things changed. The migrations had

driven people from the north-east to the west. The Crusades made

millions of people travel from the west to the highly civilised

regions of the south-east. They discovered that the world was not

bounded by the four walls of their little settlement. They came to

appreciate better clothes, more comfortable houses, new dishes,

products of the mysterious Orient. After their return to their old

homes, they insisted that they be supplied with those articles. The

peddler with his pack upon his back—the only merchant of the Dark

Ages—added these goods to his old merchandise, bought a cart, hired a

few ex-crusaders to protect him against the crime wave which followed

this great international war, and went forth to do business upon a more

modern and larger scale. His career was not an easy one. Every time he

entered the domains of another Lord he had to pay tolls and taxes. But

the business was profitable all the same and the peddler continued to

make his rounds.

Soon certain energetic merchants discovered that the goods which they

had always imported from afar could be made at home. They turned part

of their homes into a work shop. They ceased to be merchants and became

manufacturers. They sold their products not only to the lord of the

castle and to the abbot in his monastery, but they exported them to

nearby towns. The lord and the abbot paid them with products of their

farms, eggs and wines, and with honey, which in those early days was

used as sugar. But the citizens of distant towns were obliged to pay in

cash and the manufacturer and the merchant began to own little pieces

of gold, which entirely changed their position in the society of the

early Middle Ages.

It is difficult for you to imagine a world without money. In a modern

city one cannot possibly live without money. All day long you carry

a pocket full of small discs of metal to “pay your way.” You need a

nickel for the street-car, a dollar for a dinner, three cents for an

evening paper. But many people of the early Middle Ages never saw

a piece of coined money from the time they were born to the day of

their death. The gold and silver of Greece and Rome lay buried beneath

the ruins of their cities. The world of the migrations, which had

succeeded the Empire, was an agricultural world. Every farmer raised

enough grain and enough sheep and enough cows for his own use.

[Illustration: THE CASTLE AND THE CITY]

The mediæval knight was a country squire and was rarely forced to pay

for materials in money. His estates produced everything that he and his

family ate and drank and wore on their backs. The bricks for his house

were made along the banks of the nearest river. Wood for the rafters of

the hall was cut from the baronial forest. The few articles that had to

come from abroad were paid for in goods—in honey—in eggs—in fagots.

But the Crusades upset the routine of the old agricultural life in a

very drastic fashion. Suppose that the Duke of Hildesheim was going to

the Holy Land. He must travel thousands of miles and he must pay his

passage and his hotel-bills. At home he could pay with products of his

farm. But he could not well take a hundred dozen eggs and a cart-load

of hams with him to satisfy the greed of the shipping agent of Venice

or the inn-keeper of the Brenner Pass. These gentlemen insisted upon

cash. His Lordship therefore was obliged to take a small quantity of

gold with him upon his voyage. Where could he find this gold? He could

borrow it from the Lombards, the descendants of the old Longobards,

who had turned professional money-lenders, who seated behind their

exchange-table (commonly known as “banco” or bank) were glad to let his

Grace have a few hundred gold pieces in exchange for a mortgage upon

his estates, that they might be repaid in case His Lordship should die

at the hands of the Turks.

That was dangerous business for the borrower. In the end, the Lombards

invariably owned the estates and the Knight became a bankrupt, who

hired himself out as a fighting man to a more powerful and more careful

neighbour.

His Grace could also go to that part of the town where the Jews were

forced to live. There he could borrow money at a rate of fifty or

sixty percent. interest. That, too, was bad business. But was there a

way out? Some of the people of the little city which surrounded the

castle were said to have money. They had known the young lord all his

life. His father and their fathers had been good friends. They would

not be unreasonable in their demands. Very well. His Lordship’s clerk,

a monk who could write and keep accounts, sent a note to the best

known merchants and asked for a small loan. The townspeople met in the

work-room of the jeweller who made chalices for the nearby churches

and discussed this demand. They could not well refuse. It would serve

no purpose to ask for “interest.” In the first place, it was against

the religious principles of most people to take interest and in the

second place, it would never be paid except in agricultural products

and of these the people had enough and to spare.

[Illustration: THE MEDIÆVAL TOWN]

“But,” suggested the tailor who spent his days quietly sitting upon

his table and who was somewhat of a philosopher, “suppose that we ask

some favour in return for our money. We are all fond of fishing. But

his Lordship won’t let us fish in his brook. Suppose that we let him

have a hundred ducats and that he give us in return a written guarantee

allowing us to fish all we want in all of his rivers. Then he gets

the hundred which he needs, but we get the fish and it will be good

business all around.”

The day his Lordship accepted this proposition (it seemed such an easy

way of getting a hundred gold pieces) he signed the death-warrant of

his own power. His clerk drew up the agreement. His Lordship made his

mark (for he could not sign his name) and departed for the East. Two

years later he came back, dead broke. The townspeople were fishing in

the castle pond. The sight of this silent row of anglers annoyed his

Lordship. He told his equerry to go and chase the crowd away. They

went, but that night a delegation of merchants visited the castle. They

were very polite. They congratulated his Lordship upon his safe return.

They were sorry his Lordship had been annoyed by the fishermen, but as

his Lordship might perhaps remember he had given them permission to do

so himself, and the tailor produced the Charter which had been kept in

the safe of the jeweller ever since the master had gone to the Holy

Land.

His Lordship was much annoyed. But once more he was in dire need of

some money. In Italy he had signed his name to certain documents which

were now in the possession of Salvestro dei Medici, the well-known

banker. These documents were “promissory notes” and they were due two

months from date. Their total amount came to three hundred and forty

pounds, Flemish gold. Under these circumstances, the noble knight could

not well show the rage which filled his heart and his proud soul.

Instead, he suggested another little loan. The merchants retired to

discuss the matter.

After three days they came back and said “yes.” They were only too

happy to be able to help their master in his difficulties, but in

return for the 345 golden pounds would he give them another written

promise (another charter) that they, the townspeople, might establish

a council of their own to be elected by all the merchants and free

citizens of the city, said council to manage civic affairs without

interference from the side of the castle?

[Illustration: THE BELFRY]

His Lordship was confoundedly angry. But again, he needed the money.

He said yes, and signed the charter. Next week, he repented. He called

his soldiers and went to the house of the jeweller and asked for the

documents which his crafty subjects had cajoled out of him under the

pressure of circumstances. He took them away and burned them. The

townspeople stood by and said nothing. But when next his Lordship

needed money to pay for the dowry of his daughter, he was unable to get

a single penny. After that little affair at the jeweller’s his credit

was not considered good. He was forced to eat humble-pie and offer to

make certain reparations. Before his Lordship got the first installment

of the stipulated sum, the townspeople were once more in possession

of all their old charters and a brand new one which permitted them to

build a “city-hall” and a strong tower where all the charters might be

kept protected against fire and theft, which really meant protected

against future violence on the part of the Lord and his armed followers.

[Illustration: GUNPOWDER]

This, in a very general way, is what happened during the centuries

which followed the Crusades. It was a slow process, this gradual

shifting of power from the castle to the city. There was some fighting.

A few tailors and jewellers were killed and a few castles went up in

smoke. But such occurrences were not common. Almost imperceptibly

the towns grew richer and the feudal lords grew poorer. To maintain

themselves they were for ever forced to exchange charters of civic

liberty in return for ready cash. The cities grew. They offered an

asylum to run away serfs who gained their liberty after they had lived

a number of years behind the city walls. They came to be the home of

the more energetic elements of the surrounding country districts. They

were proud of their new importance and expressed their power in the

churches and public buildings which they erected around the old market

place, where centuries before the barter of eggs and sheep and honey

and salt had taken place. They wanted their children to have a better

chance in life than they had enjoyed themselves. They hired monks to

come to their city and be school teachers. When they heard of a man who

could paint pictures upon boards of wood, they offered him a pension if

he would come and cover the walls of their chapels and their town hall

with scenes from the Holy Scriptures.

Meanwhile his Lordship, in the dreary and drafty halls of his castle,

saw all this up-start splendour and regretted the day when first he had

signed away a single one of his sovereign rights and prerogatives. But

he was helpless. The townspeople with their well-filled strong-boxes

snapped their fingers at him. They were free men, fully prepared to

hold what they had gained by the sweat of their brow and after a

struggle which had lasted for more than ten generations.

MEDIÆVAL SELF-GOVERNMENT

HOW THE PEOPLE OF THE CITIES ASSERTED THEIR RIGHT TO BE HEARD IN