November 27th, 1095. Pope Urban II stood inside the beautiful candle-lit cathedral in Clermont, France. All the bishops were filing in as he looked at the door.
Urban's Heart was heavy, he knew that the Islamic nations have captured Jerusalem, and it was his order that could protect the Holy City and send several Europeans to their deaths. Or let the Religious center of the world stay under Muslim control.
The Bishops and the Cardinals sunk down in their seats, all staring at the Pope. He took a deep breath and Picked up the loaf of bread to start Eucharist. "ego enim accepi a Domino quod et tradidi vobis quoniam Dominus Iesus in qua nocte tradebatur accepit panem" (For I have received of the Lord that which also I delivered unto you, That the Lord Jesus the same night in which he was betrayed took bread) He clutched the loaf even tighter as his heart raced. The time of the decision to launch a crusade was growing ever so closer. He gulped. "et gratias agens fregit et dixit hoc est corpus meum pro vobis hoc facite in meam commemorationem" (And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me.)
Pope Urban looked down, he could see the sweat begining to form on his hands, he dug his fingers into the roll and tore it into two pieces. He took a tiny piece of bread and twisted a tiny piece off. The Pope passed the halves to the Cardinals sitting on both sides of him.
Urban II took another deep breath as he watched the loaf exchange hands slowly around the room. He stood one more time and took the chalice in front of him.
"similiter et calicem postquam cenavit dicens hic calix novum testamentum est in meo sanguine hoc facite quotienscumque bibetis in meam commemorationem" (After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me) He sucked in some more air through his nostrils. At this point his hands were so shaky and sweaty that he believed that he will drop the Goblet. "quotienscumque enim manducabitis panem hunc et calicem bibetis mortem Domini adnuntiatis donec veniat" (For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord's death till he come.)
The Pope raised the glass to his lips. He froze for a second, the whole hall lurched forward in panic of what they saw. Pope Urban II turned pale, everyone in the room could hear him struggle for air as he took a few quick breaths. Than he fell on to the floor, faced pressed up against the spilled wine. Finally, he went limp...