Eagle Byzantium

This question hit the nail on the head. Stephen's face turned pale again. He was fifty-four years old this year, and Adela was thirty-one years old. Although the youngest daughter of "William the Conqueror" had received a good classical education before marrying, she was like her father, and her whole body seemed to be forged by iron. If it weren't for the fact that the Blois territory needed her to be the regent, she would put on armor and hold a spear to go to war with him. "I hate all cowards on the battlefield. If someone turned his horse's head in front of a pagan, I would not hesitate to kill him with a sword if I were there, no matter if he was my father or my son." Adela once said this in a letter.

The old man is afraid of the young wife, and this sentence is not wrong.

The mouth of the wine flask in Gawain's hand was tilted, spitting out a line as clear as blood, which was connected to the mouth of the wine cup in the hand of the Count of Blois, making a dripping sound. "I personally think it's better to do this, my lords. Robert of Flanders will still occupy the one-eighth of the city and the tax for the time being, and you two (referring to Stephen and Robert of Normandy) can temporarily leave Antioch, but don't go far, stay in the area of ​​Syria Gate, I have some castles there, and there are people who can provide you with food, and Baldwin of Adana can also support you. Cheap supplies. In this way, if we are successful against the Cobha army, you can return and make more contributions, so as not to return empty-handed and anger Adela; if the war is unfavorable to the Cobha army, not only you, but also me and Taitsius will have to flee, and then everyone will have a way to go. In this way, there will be both advances and retreats. "

"Military General..." Stephen of Blois was about to speak, and Gawain put down the wine pot, then raised his fingers together, indicating that there was no need to talk about this matter.

Then, the three lords stood up and expressed their gratitude to Gawain at the same time.

And Gawain also readily took out the key of the Little Alexander Castle from the box next to him and handed it to Count Stephen with care, "Wait for my news with peace of mind."

After arranging everything, Stephen and Robert of Normandy went to the Little Alexander Castle with all their entourage and soldiers the next day with melancholy and uneasiness. Even at this moment, Stephen had not yet told the truth to his knights, sergeants and servants. He only said that he was suffering from a weak disease and had received an order from the chief priest of Adhmar to guard the Syrian Gate with his team to guard against the possible attack from the flank of the Kobha army.

At the same time, in the Romanian camp, after getting up in the morning, Gawain sat upright at the desk and wrote a letter to Anna in Seleucia in simple Greek, describing in detail everything he had to face now. Then, after he finished the work at hand, Hetomia, who came in from outside within the specified time, bowed to him.

Gawain handed the letter to her, saying that he had worked hard and checked it for grammatical and word errors. Anna hated this very much. Hetomia nodded very briefly, took it without saying a word, and walked out.

Then, the herald Andeodate came in, and Gawain quickly wrote the second note, "This is to consult the Saint Sister and Ingrina. It is very important. Please check it and remember not to leak it out."

Finally, the Grand Duke walked out of his scarf, stretched his waist, and then got on Sabina's back and headed towards the newly captured Antioch. Along the way, many Syrians had gathered around the camp. Their faces showed both the relief of surviving the disaster and the small hope for the future. When they saw Gawain, they saluted one after another, and Gawain also stretched out his hand on horseback to return the salute to them - the end of this journey was St. Peter's Basilica in the city.

But at a street corner in the Fourth Bridge Palace District, Raymond and several of his followers were looking around nervously. The Marquis of Provence even wore a dark robe, fearing that he would not be recognized. When he saw Gawain coming in with a swagger, he became even more nervous and hurriedly stumbled with Gawain who had dismounted to the foot of a protruding colonnade of a shop.

"Stephen was determined to leave, but under my persuasion, he finally stayed at the Syrian Gate." Gawain whipped Sabina's buttocks lightly, and the other party snorted twice and obediently went to chew the weeds at the foot of the column.

"That is to say, Stephen's position as the military chief counselor is not, it is impossible to keep it any longer." Raymond squinted his one eye, leaned in front of Gawain, and held the column with one hand, as if he was afraid that it would fall down. He spoke excitedly and laboriously.

Gawain nodded, "You are the new military chief counselor. You are closest to the priest Adhmar and are like brothers to the emperor of Constantinople." Then, Gawain lowered his voice, "I believe that you taking over Stephen's position is the result that His Majesty hopes to see most. This is also related to the alliance between the pilgrims and the empire, and the glorious and peaceful future of Antioch."

Raymond scratched the pillar a few times, trying to calm his emotions. He looked around and looked underground with an excited look, as if even the rats in the sewer could eavesdrop on his conversation and accuse him of the crime of private transactions. Then he grabbed Gawain's sleeve and squinted his one eye fiercely, "You, you say, in this way, will it feel like being appointed, appointed, appointed by the emperor?"

"We act according to the recommendation law, and wait for my performance at that time." Gawain said to cheer up Raymond.

In front of the viewing platform of St. Peter's Basilica, a discussion was held on which family the new military chief councillor would be elected. Godfrey sat quietly on a chair in the corner of the mottled tall wall, which was out of place with the lords and monks gathered together. He held his sword and said nothing, which was equivalent to rejecting his election in advance. Gawain came over and sat down on the chair next to him. The two patted each other on the shoulders, "How is your injury?"

"In fact, Granaie doesn't allow me to go out and see the sun at will. If it weren't for the emergency of the previous dog gate battle, I'm afraid she would still restrict me to rest on the sickbed."

"If you are injured, you should rest. You don't need to wear these unfortunate shackles, even if they are made of gold." Gawain leaned on the wall and said this, which made Godfrey laugh.

"What about Baldwin?"

"He is still too young, and he has a reputation for being arrogant and independent before. He is not as convincing as Tancred." Gawain said in a low voice, but bluntly.

Over there, Baldwin was wearing casual clothes and talking to several Frankish lords. He looked at his brother and Gawain from time to time. Gawain was right. There was no one else talking to him, which made Baldwin feel a little embarrassed.

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"Where is Hugh of France?"

"No need to ask around. I am determined to elect Raymond." Gawain finished speaking and stood up. "For today, I will wear the clothes of a clergyman." (To be continued ~^~)