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Meantime
Lucas
Beaumanoir
walked
in
a
small
garden
belonging
to
the
Preceptory
,
included
within
the
precincts
of
its
exterior
fortification
,
and
held
sad
and
confidential
communication
with
a
brother
of
his
Order
,
who
had
come
in
his
company
from
Palestine
.
The
Grand
Master
was
a
man
advanced
in
age
,
as
was
testified
by
his
long
grey
beard
,
and
the
shaggy
grey
eyebrows
overhanging
eyes
,
of
which
,
however
,
years
had
been
unable
to
quench
the
fire
.
A
formidable
warrior
,
his
thin
and
severe
features
retained
the
soldier
's
fierceness
of
expression
;
an
ascetic
bigot
,
they
were
no
less
marked
by
the
emaciation
of
abstinence
,
and
the
spiritual
pride
of
the
self-satisfied
devotee
.
Yet
with
these
severer
traits
of
physiognomy
,
there
was
mixed
somewhat
striking
and
noble
,
arising
,
doubtless
,
from
the
great
part
which
his
high
office
called
upon
him
to
act
among
monarchs
and
princes
,
and
from
the
habitual
exercise
of
supreme
authority
over
the
valiant
and
high-born
knights
,
who
were
united
by
the
rules
of
the
Order
.
His
stature
was
tall
,
and
his
gait
,
undepressed
by
age
and
toil
,
was
erect
and
stately
.
His
white
mantle
was
shaped
with
severe
regularity
,
according
to
the
rule
of
Saint
Bernard
himself
,
being
composed
of
what
was
then
called
Burrel
cloth
,
exactly
fitted
to
the
size
of
the
wearer
,
and
bearing
on
the
left
shoulder
the
octangular
cross
peculiar
to
the
Order
,
formed
of
red
cloth
.
No
vair
or
ermine
decked
this
garment
;
but
in
respect
of
his
age
,
the
Grand
Master
,
as
permitted
by
the
rules
,
wore
his
doublet
lined
and
trimmed
with
the
softest
lambskin
,
dressed
with
the
wool
outwards
,
which
was
the
nearest
approach
he
could
regularly
make
to
the
use
of
fur
,
then
the
greatest
luxury
of
dress
.
In
his
hand
he
bore
that
singular
"
abacus
"
,
or
staff
of
office
,
with
which
Templars
are
usually
represented
,
having
at
the
upper
end
a
round
plate
,
on
which
was
engraved
the
cross
of
the
Order
,
inscribed
within
a
circle
or
orle
,
as
heralds
term
it
.
His
companion
,
who
attended
on
this
great
personage
,
had
nearly
the
same
dress
in
all
respects
,
but
his
extreme
deference
towards
his
Superior
showed
that
no
other
equality
subsisted
between
them
.
The
Preceptor
,
for
such
he
was
in
rank
,
walked
not
in
a
line
with
the
Grand
Master
,
but
just
so
far
behind
that
Beaumanoir
could
speak
to
him
without
turning
round
his
head
.
"
Conrade
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
,
"
dear
companion
of
my
battles
and
my
toils
,
to
thy
faithful
bosom
alone
I
can
confide
my
sorrows
.
To
thee
alone
can
I
tell
how
oft
,
since
I
came
to
this
kingdom
,
I
have
desired
to
be
dissolved
and
to
be
with
the
just
.
Not
one
object
in
England
hath
met
mine
eye
which
it
could
rest
upon
with
pleasure
,
save
the
tombs
of
our
brethren
,
beneath
the
massive
roof
of
our
Temple
Church
in
yonder
proud
capital
.
O
,
valiant
Robert
de
Ros
!
did
I
exclaim
internally
,
as
I
gazed
upon
these
good
soldiers
of
the
cross
,
where
they
lie
sculptured
on
their
sepulchres
,
--
O
,
worthy
William
de
Mareschal
!
open
your
marble
cells
,
and
take
to
your
repose
a
weary
brother
,
who
would
rather
strive
with
a
hundred
thousand
pagans
than
witness
the
decay
of
our
Holy
Order
!
"
"
It
is
but
true
,
"
answered
Conrade
Mont-Fitchet
;
"
it
is
but
too
true
;
and
the
irregularities
of
our
brethren
in
England
are
even
more
gross
than
those
in
France
.
"
"
Because
they
are
more
wealthy
,
"
answered
the
Grand
Master
.
"
Bear
with
me
,
brother
,
although
I
should
something
vaunt
myself
.
Thou
knowest
the
life
I
have
led
,
keeping
each
point
of
my
Order
,
striving
with
devils
embodied
and
disembodied
,
striking
down
the
roaring
lion
,
who
goeth
about
seeking
whom
he
may
devour
,
like
a
good
knight
and
devout
priest
,
wheresoever
I
met
with
him
--
even
as
blessed
Saint
Bernard
hath
prescribed
to
us
in
the
forty-fifth
capital
of
our
rule
,
Ut
Leo
semper
feriatur
.
But
by
the
Holy
Temple
!
the
zeal
which
hath
devoured
my
substance
and
my
life
,
yea
,
the
very
nerves
and
marrow
of
my
bones
;
by
that
very
Holy
Temple
I
swear
to
thee
,
that
save
thyself
and
some
few
that
still
retain
the
ancient
severity
of
our
Order
,
I
look
upon
no
brethren
whom
I
can
bring
my
soul
to
embrace
under
that
holy
name
.
What
say
our
statutes
,
and
how
do
our
brethren
observe
them
?
They
should
wear
no
vain
or
worldly
ornament
,
no
crest
upon
their
helmet
,
no
gold
upon
stirrup
or
bridle-bit
;
yet
who
now
go
pranked
out
so
proudly
and
so
gaily
as
the
poor
soldiers
of
the
Temple
?
They
are
forbidden
by
our
statutes
to
take
one
bird
by
means
of
another
,
to
shoot
beasts
with
bow
or
arblast
,
to
halloo
to
a
hunting-horn
,
or
to
spur
the
horse
after
game
.
But
now
,
at
hunting
and
hawking
,
and
each
idle
sport
of
wood
and
river
,
who
so
prompt
as
the
Templars
in
all
these
fond
vanities
?
They
are
forbidden
to
read
,
save
what
their
Superior
permitted
,
or
listen
to
what
is
read
,
save
such
holy
things
as
may
be
recited
aloud
during
the
hours
of
refaction
;
but
lo
!
their
ears
are
at
the
command
of
idle
minstrels
,
and
their
eyes
study
empty
romaunts
.
They
were
commanded
to
extirpate
magic
and
heresy
.
Lo
!
they
are
charged
with
studying
the
accursed
cabalistical
secrets
of
the
Jews
,
and
the
magic
of
the
Paynim
Saracens
.
Simpleness
of
diet
was
prescribed
to
them
,
roots
,
pottage
,
gruels
,
eating
flesh
but
thrice
a-week
,
because
the
accustomed
feeding
on
flesh
is
a
dishonourable
corruption
of
the
body
;
and
behold
,
their
tables
groan
under
delicate
fare
!
Their
drink
was
to
be
water
,
and
now
,
to
drink
like
a
Templar
,
is
the
boast
of
each
jolly
boon
companion
!
This
very
garden
,
filled
as
it
is
with
curious
herbs
and
trees
sent
from
the
Eastern
climes
,
better
becomes
the
harem
of
an
unbelieving
Emir
,
than
the
plot
which
Christian
Monks
should
devote
to
raise
their
homely
pot-herbs
.
--
And
O
,
Conrade
!
well
it
were
that
the
relaxation
of
discipline
stopped
even
here
!
--
Well
thou
knowest
that
we
were
forbidden
to
receive
those
devout
women
,
who
at
the
beginning
were
associated
as
sisters
of
our
Order
,
because
,
saith
the
forty-sixth
chapter
,
the
Ancient
Enemy
hath
,
by
female
society
,
withdrawn
many
from
the
right
path
to
paradise
.
Nay
,
in
the
last
capital
,
being
,
as
it
were
,
the
cope-stone
which
our
blessed
founder
placed
on
the
pure
and
undefiled
doctrine
which
he
had
enjoined
,
we
are
prohibited
from
offering
,
even
to
our
sisters
and
our
mothers
,
the
kiss
of
affection
--
ut
omnium
mulierum
fugiantur
oscula
.
--
I
shame
to
speak
--
I
shame
to
think
--
of
the
corruptions
which
have
rushed
in
upon
us
even
like
a
flood
.
The
souls
of
our
pure
founders
,
the
spirits
of
Hugh
de
Payen
and
Godfrey
de
Saint
Omer
,
and
of
the
blessed
Seven
who
first
joined
in
dedicating
their
lives
to
the
service
of
the
Temple
,
are
disturbed
even
in
the
enjoyment
of
paradise
itself
.
I
have
seen
them
,
Conrade
,
in
the
visions
of
the
night
--
their
sainted
eyes
shed
tears
for
the
sins
and
follies
of
their
brethren
,
and
for
the
foul
and
shameful
luxury
in
which
they
wallow
.
Beaumanoir
,
they
say
,
thou
slumberest
--
awake
!
There
is
a
stain
in
the
fabric
of
the
Temple
,
deep
and
foul
as
that
left
by
the
streaks
of
leprosy
on
the
walls
of
the
infected
houses
of
old
.
The
soldiers
of
the
Cross
,
who
should
shun
the
glance
of
a
woman
as
the
eye
of
a
basilisk
,
live
in
open
sin
,
not
with
the
females
of
their
own
race
only
,
but
with
the
daughters
of
the
accursed
heathen
,
and
more
accursed
Jew
.
Beaumanoir
,
thou
sleepest
;
up
,
and
avenge
our
cause
!
--
Slay
the
sinners
,
male
and
female
!
--
Take
to
thee
the
brand
of
Phineas
!
--
The
vision
fled
,
Conrade
,
but
as
I
awaked
I
could
still
hear
the
clank
of
their
mail
,
and
see
the
waving
of
their
white
mantles
.
--
And
I
will
do
according
to
their
word
,
I
WILL
purify
the
fabric
of
the
Temple
!
and
the
unclean
stones
in
which
the
plague
is
,
I
will
remove
and
cast
out
of
the
building
.
"
