Lion's Heart

Seven hundred years ago, the Franks made a third march against the Levant to extract it from the control of the Muslims. It happened that one of their knights went to the Jordan Valley on a mission for them. When he approached the Dead Sea, it occurred to him what God had done to Sodom and Gomorrah and the cities surrounding them when they disobeyed Him in the past. So He rained down fire and brimstone on it from the sky, and split the earth and rolled it into it, then ran the waters of the Dead Sea over its tracks, and it remained a sign of God in the bitterness of its waters and their devoid of living things. When he remembered all of that, his body shivered and his heart trembled. The sun had almost overtaken the sky and sent out its rays like burning arrows, and it seemed to him that hell had opened its mouth and the earth was raging with its flames. Had it not been for the shabby robe that he was wrapped in over his weapons, he would have been exhausted by the heat of the air, and the glare of the desert had exhausted him. On the robe was the image of a crouching tiger, which was the emblem of his family, and it was drawn. Also on his shield and weapons, but they were dulled from the strikes of swords and the impact of arrows, as if nature, which had emptied the members of this knight in the form of strength and bravery, had given him a structure that could not be exhausted by fatigue or overcome by the fluctuations of the regions. His morals were equal to his structure, so he made firmness a priority and steadfastness his rule, and this is what distinguished the people of the North over other peoples and made them the most important king's seats in all of Europe.