Fra Toma.s.so raised his eyebrows. "I remind you, Cardinal, that His Holiness has entrusted the conduct of this inquiry to a "mere friar"--myself. And William of Rubruk, whose book was quoted here today, was a "mere friar." Can this Friar Mathieu be found, and quickly?"
De Verceuil spread his hands. "I have no idea where he is, Fra Toma.s.so.
He parted company with us after we arrived in Orvieto and neglected to tell us his whereabouts."
_A lie!_
Friar Mathieu had told everyone he would be at the Franciscan Hospital of Santa Clara. Simon was honor bound to speak out.
Still, it took all his courage to force words through his throat--loud words at that, to make himself heard over the murmur of many conversations.
"Reverend Father!" he called out, and his heart hammered in terror as hundreds of eyes turned toward him, de Verceuil"s first of all.
"Reverend Father!"
Fra Toma.s.so turned toward Simon.
"I know where Friar Mathieu d"Alcon is," Simon called.
D"Aquino raised his eyebrows. "Who are you, young man?" When Simon announced himself as the Count de Gobignon, Friar Toma.s.so"s smile was welcoming enough to rea.s.sure Simon a bit.
"Friar Mathieu is at the hospital of the Franciscans," said Simon. "He told me he wanted to work there until his services were needed for the emba.s.sy."
"His services are needed now," said d"Aquino. "Not summoning him here was an oversight." He glanced coolly at de Verceuil. "The hospital is not far away."
"I know where it is, Reverend Father." Simon had gone to the hospital to inquire about the man shot in the street by the Venetians, he who had died despite Friar Mathieu"s urgent efforts.
"Then have the friar fetched at once, Count, if you please," said d"Aquino.
Simon shot a quick look at de Verceuil before he turned to leave. The cardinal was staring at him, his long face a deep crimson and his eyes narrowed to black slits. Their eyes met, and Simon felt almost as if swords had clashed.
Why was de Verceuil, who wanted the alliance, so angry?
_I know. He wanted to be the authority on the Tartars. He wanted to carry the day for the alliance all by himself._
Hard to believe, Simon thought, but it seemed de Verceuil would rather see his cause lost than have someone else win credit for its success.
"I shall fetch him myself, Fra Toma.s.so," Simon said loudly.
To his relief, he found de Pirenne, expecting an outing in the country, with their two horses just outside the papal palace wall. Simon explained his errand, and together they made the short ride through the stone-paved streets to the Franciscan hospital. There the Father Superior hastily summoned Friar Mathieu.
De Pirenne relinquished his horse to the old Franciscan. Friar Mathieu"s bare skinny shanks, when he hiked up his robe to sit in the saddle, looked comical to Simon.
"I knew the Holy Father had called a council today," said Friar Mathieu, "but I a.s.sumed Cardinal de Verceuil would send for me if I were needed."
"Better to a.s.sume that he will do the opposite of what is needed," said Simon. Friar Mathieu laughed and slapped Simon"s shoulder.
The pope"s servants were pa.s.sing flagons of wine and trays of meat tarts when Simon and Friar Mathieu entered the hall. The arguments among the prelates had risen almost to a roar, but died down as men saw Simon escorting the small figure of Mathieu d"Alcon in his threadbare brown robe toward the papal throne.
Fra Toma.s.so spoke softly and respectfully to the elderly Franciscan.
While de Verceuil glowered from the pews, Friar Mathieu stood before the pope, seeming as serene and self-possessed as if he were in a chapel by himself.
_And why should he not?_ thought Simon. After what Simon had heard about the Tartars today, it seemed to him that anyone who could live for years among them could face anything.
D"Aquino quickly summarized what had been said so far. Hearing the clarity and simplicity with which the Dominican conveyed the arguments, Simon could see why he was thought of as a great teacher and philosopher.
"I must warn Your Excellencies," said Friar Mathieu, "that if you sent a thousand men to journey among the Tartars, you would get a thousand reports, each very different. Also, you must keep in mind that the Tartars are changing so rapidly that what was true of them a year ago may no longer be so today.
"Italy, France, England, the Holy Roman Empire--all have existed for hundreds of years. The Church has carried on Christ"s work for over a thousand years. This city of Orvieto is even older. But a mere hundred years ago the Tartars were tribes of herdsmen, even simpler than the Hebrews of Moses" day. Now they rule the largest empire the world has ever seen."
How could such a thing happen, Simon wondered. It seemed almost miraculous. The Tartars must have had the help of G.o.d--or the devil.
"Imagine a baby with the size and strength of a giant," Mathieu said with a smile. "That is what we are dealing with here. Such a gigantic infant might, in a moment of ungoverned anger, kill thousands of people, destroy all manner of precious objects, even sweep away whole cities.
But an infant learns rapidly, and so it is with the Tartars. The new emperor, or khakhan as they call him, Kublai, reads and writes and converses in many languages. And he does not destroy cities, he builds them. He is the brother of Hulagu, who sent the amba.s.sadors here."
Simon began to feel relieved. Friar Mathieu"s calm words washed over him, easing his fear that he was doing wrong by supporting the Tartar alliance.
Fra Toma.s.so raised a pudgy finger. "If the Tartars are so powerful and are gaining in knowledge, does this not make them even more of a danger to Christendom?"
"It could," said the old Franciscan. "Let me say, Fra Toma.s.so--and Holy Father"--with a bow to the pope--"I can tell you only what I have seen, and then with G.o.d"s help you must judge what is best for Christendom."
Simon glanced over at the formidable David of Trebizond, who up to now had been the most expert witness on the Tartars. He stood stiffly, staring at d"Alcon.
_There is a man sore vexed._
And de Verceuil, who should have been pleased at having this help, looked just as vexed.
_Friar Mathieu outshines the cardinal, and he is furious._
"We have been told that the Tartars plan to conquer the whole world,"
said d"Aquino.
"For a time they thought they could," Friar Mathieu nodded. "But the world surprised them by going on and on, and now their empire is so huge they cannot hold it together. And they are such innocents, the nations they conquer are destroying them. They die in great numbers of the diseases of cities. In their prairie homeland they were not familiar with the strong wine drunk by farmers and city folk, and now many of their leaders die untimely deaths of drink. Also, as they grow wealthier and more powerful, they fight over the spoils they have taken. When they invaded Europe they were still united, and they were able to throw all their strength into that war. But now they have broken into four almost independent nations. So divided and extended, they are much less of a danger to Christendom."
How could they hold their empire together, thought Simon, when they had been nothing but ignorant herdsmen a generation ago? Mathieu"s discourse made sense.
"So," said Fra Toma.s.so, "we are no longer dealing with a giant, but with a creature closer to our own size."
"Yes," said Mathieu, "and the proof is that only a few years ago, for the first time anywhere in the world, the Tartars lost a great battle.
They were defeated by the Mamelukes of Egypt at a place called the Well of Goliath in Syria. If Hulagu"s army had won that battle, the Tartars would be in Cairo, and they might be demanding our submission instead of offering us an alliance."
"But you think it is safe for us to ally ourselves with them now?"
Friar Mathieu looked sad and earnest. "If we and the Tartars make war on the Mamelukes separately, we will be defeated separately. And then, as sure as winter follows summer, the Mamelukes will take the few cities and castles and bits of land our crusaders still hold in Outremer, and all those generations of blood spilled for G.o.d and the Holy Sepulchre will have been in vain."
Now Simon"s relief was total. He felt like singing for joy. He was on the right side after all.
Friar Mathieu stopped speaking and there was silence in the hall.