The Hostility Of Hanno: An Outlaw Chronicles Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
Alan Dale sat under a huge red-and-white-striped awning, at a table on the western promenade just outside the walls of the citadel of Acre, drinking twice-watered wine and eating slices of cool melon. His eyes ached from the glare but he had chosen this spot because he relished the cooling breeze that came straight in from the sea. Behind his back the city was quiet; most of the local folk, Christian, Jew and Muslim alike, had taken to their beds to escape the battering heat of mid-afternoon, and the holy soldiers of the Great Pilgrimage – now only Englishmen, Normans, men of Maine, Anjou and Aquitaine, and a few Italians, as King Philip of France and Duke Leopold of Austria had returned home – usually followed their example. It was almost too hot to think. But Alan had spent too long abed over the past few weeks to desire his cot, so he sat in the shade, with his back to the high white ramparts, looking out over the low wall that separated the promenade from the shining blue sea and enjoying the breeze.
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