Before the Crusader Era, the city of Jerusalem had long since turned into a shadow of its former self. The city prospered somewhat under the Umayyad Caliphate, but the change of the epicenter of the Islamic geopolitical and economic axis to Baghdad and Cairo again doomed Jerusalem to status
of a simplory and backwater province. Under the Crusaders, the city would regain some status,
being the political center of the Latin State, even if many of the secular rulers would prefer to live in their own palaces in the coastal cities such as Haifa and Tyre.
If the combined Turkish and Egyptian legion had expected that Duke Welf’s humiliation would impress the citizens of Jerusalem to the point of a peaceful capitulation, they were wholly mistaken. Not only the Jerusalemites refused to open the gates, forcing the besiegers to hurry to build siege engines and ladders, but their own militia – headed by a cadre of 40 knights led by
Renald de Cahors (one of Duke Raymond’s vassals who, being too old for this world, expected to soon collect his spiritual reward by slaying the “pagans”) – launched almost daily attacks against the camp of the besiegers, frustrating their sapping and engine-building works, mainly by volleys of arrows and cavalry charges. To the irritation of the Saracens, after the Crusaders captured Jerusalem, almost ten years before, they went to great lengths to fortify it against future offensives, and even built Rhōmaîon-styled
springalds - a tortion-based engine, similar to a ballista, that threw lead darts - and new battements and bastions.
The news about Duke Welf’s defeat and about Jerusalem’s siege apparently took the frail Raymond out of his stupor in the city of Safed, to where they had retreated after the disaster in Tebnine. The Prince of Jerusalem, by whatever mental regeneration or even otherworldly inspiration, immediately dressed his armor and the Cross of Toulouse surcoat and appeared above his fine Provençal destrier and gave a fervent and heartfelt speech to his demoralized and battered veterans, reminding them of the years of tribulations that their journey from Europe that had passed, and announcing that they were the heralds and keepers of God’s kingdom, and summoned them to again take arms against the infidels. “
Deus lo vult” became their war-cry, a now seemingly timeless remembrance from late Pope Urban II’s legendary convocation echoed in a single irate voice among the tired men from Toulouse and Provence.
They were, however, watched in the distance by Toghtekin’s bloody thirsty horsemen, who expected them to leave from the stone belt of walls that protected them. The main force of the Muslims, led by Radwan of Aleppo, was currently besieging Tyre, where Bohemond and Duke William IX had become entrapped, but other companies, such as the one led by Ilghazi, ran at large and overran northern Palestine, raiding the expanse between Acre and the Jordan, and going as far south as Caesarea, but avoiding to pass by the range of the strongholds of the Latins, such as the ancient Roman fort of Tiberias, the small but sturdy walled town of Nazareth or Samaria, cradled by verdant hills.
The Turks near Safed had orders to follow and harass Raymond – easier said than done, because this city crowned a heavily forested slope –, and were thus astonished when he himself advanced in the middle of the night through the woods to attack them, already in late August 1109. His attempt of ambushing the Turkish cavalry encampment was unsuccessful, because most of the Toulousains and Provençals were on foot, but the frenzied and coordinated assault made them breach the palisades, taking even Toghtekin off guard, and he had a hard time to maintain order among his men; the Franks focused their butchery in the horses, and, perhaps incensed by the slaughter of their kind, many mounts went amok, increasing the confusion. By the morning, the Turks had fled the field of battle, and, without even considering rest, Duke Raymond’s host immediately marched south along the Jordan valley to relieve Jerusalem.
The exhilarated Occitan army allegedly walked across Palestine in a single bound without even stopping to eat, and, thus, arrived in their holy city a few hours before the dawn of the following day. The besieging Fatimids and Tutushids were vigilant in expectation about a possible Bavarian offensive from the west, and were somewhat surprised by the arrival of another Christian force from the northeast, by the way of the Jordan, but, nevertheless, had mounted a reliable defensive camp and made their resistance.
The Provençals attempted to dislodge them by storm in the same act, but, being so tired, were easily repelled, and it took another two days for them to attempt again, when the Bavarians led by Duke Welf came from Bethsames, and the city’s own garrison launched a sortie led by Renald de Cahors. Yet again, the Saracens claimed they had divine favor, capitalizing on their numerical superiority to overwhelm the uncoordinated Christian alliance. Nevertheless, even if each of the Frankish companies was forced to retreat – with the Provençals and Bavarians hurrying into the safety of Jerusalem’s walls under a rain of arrows and leaving many of their comrades dead and maimed in the sandy outskirts of the city – both the Egyptians and the Turks suffered substantial casualties in that engagement.
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To the defenders’ dismay, Toghtekin arrived a few days later to reinforce them, having reorganized his battered army, and Ilghazi in the next month, his men heavy with plunder. By now, they decided against launching a direct attack, realizing that the city had too many battle-ready men, and opted to await for complete starvation, even if it took months.
The Franks had only a tenuous hold over Judaea and Samaria, that is, the heartlands of Palestine, between the Dead Sea and the Mediterranean, and some castles in the region of Galilee, mainly in the proximities of Lake Tiberias, and in the hinterland protected by Haifa and Acre.
Yet, their main armies were divided and besieged in either Jerusalem or Tyre, and their remaining forces were scattered among the castles, becoming easy preys after the inevitable fall of Jerusalem. Indeed, the Mohammedans had figured that capturing Jerusalem with most of the
Franj trapped like rats inside it would not only decapitate, but effectively destroy the Crusader realm, as none of its surviving remnants in Gaza, Ascalon, Acre, Haifa, Tyre, or anywhere else, would be able to mount a concerted defense, and could be brought down one by one, and, in a few years, that Frankish infestation would have been eradicated.
Archbishop Gerard of Jerusalem, who had remained in the holy city and even dressed for battle, taking a mace to fight in the ramparts of the holy city – thus circumventing the rule by which members of the clergy could not shed blood – in the day of St. Bartholomew, led a procession across the city’s districts to pray for God’s deliverance against the Saracens.
In the next day, the watchers in the walls hurriedly called for Duke Raymond, who had made the Tower of David his headquarters, saying that he would not believe what they had saw, lest he see it with his own eyes: the plain-green banners of the Fatimids were looming far in the horizon, increasingly further, as if they were marching
away from Jerusalem, heading back west, in the direction of the littoral. The Crusaders could not believe it, but, after some hours of tension and heavy breathing, they could finally word it: the whole Fatimid host led by Shams al-Khilafa had deserted the siege, and returned to the Gaza, leaving the Syrians, Kurds and Turks of Tutush II, Toghtekin and Ilghazi to engage in the capture of Jerusalem on their own.
A miracle? A miracle, indeed!
Yet... it would take even more than a sole divine miracle to save the Crusaders from the ultimate fate.