Sir Walter Scott's second Crusades novel, The Talisman (1825), is an absorbing and humorous book set in the holy land during the 3rd Crusade. The Crusaders are not unlike the invading and besieging Greeks in The Iliad: formidable fighters riven by the mutual pride, suspicion, envy, and hatred of their leaders, a connection that Scott highlights by comparing Richard the Lionheart to Achilles and King Philip of France to Odysseus. And the major movement of the plot hinges on an argument over the relative positioning of the Austrian and English flags on a hill.
The novel opens with the chance meeting of two solitary enemy knights, a Crusader from Scotland, Sir Kenneth of the Couchant Leopard, and a Saracen emir, Ilderim Sheerkohf (the Lion of the Mountains) at an oasis in the desert. After an exciting fight to a draw, the men make a truce, leading to an interesting and comical clash of cultures as the Kurdish Saracen insists on guiding the Scot to his destination, the sacred chapel-retreat of a wild Christian hermit. The two men admire each other’s martial ability and spirit, but scorn each other's customs and ideas about everything from nourishment and marriage to climatology and, of course, religion (each man figuring the other is bound for hell). While they are riding through the part of the wilderness where Jesus fasted for forty days and was tempted by Satan, the Kurd irritates the quiet and respectful Scot by singing sensual Persian songs about, for instance, how one Rudpiki prefers the mole on the bosom of his mistress to all the wealth of Bokhara and Samarcand. It will develop that neither man is quite what he seems at first.
Meanwhile, sick in the Crusader camp in Palestine stews Richard the Lionheart, the only leader with guts and charisma and ability to unify all the crusaders from different countries for their purpose of retrieving Jerusalem from the “infidels,” but therefore also the leader most envied and hated by his fellow leaders. And while the army is immobilized by Richard's illness, the different feuds and enmities of the soldiers fester: the French and English, the English and Scotts, the Italians and Germans, and the Danes and Swedes all hate each other, and there are no worthy leaders to replace Richard, so they’re stuck in a truce in the holy land, having to pay Saladin for water and food just to sustain themselves, while whole bands of soldiers daily give up the cause and return home. And then the duplicitous Conrade of Monserrat and the creepy Grand Master of the Templars are scheming their own agendas. And Richard’s spoiled young queen Berengaria is either playing appalling pranks or giving vent to “ecstasies and passionate hypochondriacal effusions.” And a courtly love affair between people of too wildly different stations leads to unexpected consequences. And a faithful and intelligent hound named Roswal (“a majestic dog”) does his perilous duty. And just where is Saladin, anyway?
The Talisman might not be historically accurate in terms of things like the fate of Conrad, the presence of Sir Kenneth, and the age of Richard’s feisty kinswoman Edith, but it’s a lot of fun. Scott takes great pleasure in his history, as when he depicts a feast hosted by Leopold the Archduke of Austria wherein the ruler is attended by his “proverb-monger,” who shakes clashing coins on the end of his rod to announce an impending pearl of wisdom and then utters it, and by his fool, who shakes the bells in his motley cap and mocks the wisdom of the "sage," who then feels compelled to explicate the fool’s cryptic mockery to the company at large, which then provokes the fool to mock him more, until between their competing coins and bells and ever noisier utterances it’s difficult to decide who is the greater fool and who the greater entertainer.
Despite setting his novel at a crisis point of the 3rd Crusades, Scott is more interested in personality, desire, power, gender, chivalry, and love than in warfare, and writes no large-scale battles and surprisingly few fights between Crusaders and Saracens. His book is refreshingly unbiased towards Moslems or Crusaders and presents them all as interesting and flawed people. The ending is too sudden and contrived, but The Talisman is mostly an entertaining, humorous, and suspenseful book with interesting characters, snappy early 19th century medieval dialogue, and many great lines worthy of rereading and savoring:
“The wise man warms him by the same firebrand with which the madman burneth the tent.”
“Seek a fallen star . . . and thou shalt only light on some foul jelly, which, in shooting through the horizon, has assumed for a moment an appearance of splendour.”
“But in the Crusade, itself an undertaking wholly irrational, the quality of sound reason, of all others least esteemed, and the chivalric valor which both the age and the enterprise demanded was considered as debased if mingled with the least touch of discretion.”
Fans of historical romances, Crusades literature, or Walter Scott should read The Talisman (there's a good free LibraVox recording of it).