Eagle Byzantium

The banquet reached its climax with the entrance of the Persian dancers, but Adelaide saw that the extremely noble and beautiful Princess in Purple, who was sitting opposite her, was constantly waving and smiling at her.

In the garden under the moonlight, Dido and Adelaide walked side by side on the path. What surprised the little Austrian princess was that the Princess in Purple was proficient in many languages ​​and could communicate with her very well - no, to be more precise, it allowed her to communicate with the Princess in Purple.

And Dido's language was also very timeless and elegant. She could skillfully make some puns and witty remarks, and she could easily quote poems, which made Adelaide deeply fascinated. In addition, the two were of similar age, and they soon became good friends who "talked about everything".

At the pavilion at the end of the garden, the two sat down to rest in the moonlight and the beautiful flowers. A young guard in a Saracen-style robe brought delicious snacks. Adelaide looked at the young man with great pleasure and attention, impressed by his handsomeness and fair skin, and watched him walk around the corner until he disappeared.

"You don't have to look at him anymore. I won't make a match for you." Dido smiled and politely mocked the new sister she had met.

"Is he yours?" Adelaide asked with wide eyes.

Dido smiled, "My husband and I are Orthodox Christians who strictly observe the precepts. This kind of thing will not happen to me. Even if I don't like a man before, once I marry him, I will obey and respect him unconditionally." After that, she continued to look at Adelaide with a smile, "Also, do you know why I said this just now? Because the man just now was from Paphlagonia, and he was castrated before being enshrined in my husband's house."

"Castration..." Adelaide stammered. She still didn't know the meaning of this action for men, or the specific operation process. Because her hometown did not have the habit of using eunuchs.

"So he still has no beard and his skin is as white and tender as a woman. But in this case, he can't give us women unspeakable happiness." Dido said earnestly.

The purple princess opposite is an experienced person, although she is younger than Adelaide.

Adelaide has lived under the strict discipline of her parents (her father Leopold is the master of Austria) since she was a child, but the more suppressed the sapling is, the more it desires to be bathed in sunshine and rain, so she has long been fascinated by the love affairs between men and women. Then Dido teased her with a few words without any expression, and Adelaide blushed and couldn't control herself.

"I heard that you have such a custom in Alemanni and Salian - that is, men have the right to enjoy their wives' sisters?" Dido also asked in return, and Adelaide waved her hands hurriedly, indicating that this bad habit had been eradicated by the local church for hundreds of years.

Dido said she understood, but she soon sighed and confided her heart to Adelaide, "My dear sister, this kind of words can only be shared here between you and me. You must keep it secret just as I respect your private thoughts. In fact, which woman does not want to find a tall and brave hero? Your epic and our poems have moved the hearts of all women who read them more than once. Unfortunately, all of this has lost its possibility for me. But you, who are as young as a delicate flower, do you also have such thoughts?"

Adelaide lowered her head, very shy, but did not deny Dido's words.

At this moment, Dido smiled knowingly, and took out several foldable miniature paintings from her narrow sleeves and spread them in front of Adelaide, "In fact, my inquiry just now is not groundless. Although I will not betray my husband, I have fallen in love with another man before, who is also the greatest Christian warrior on this plateau that can give birth to heroic poems."

The burning torches around the pavilion illuminated the seats where the two women were sitting. Adelaide saw the folding paintings in front of him without any obstacles. They were linked together with leather ropes, like a serial story.

"This was painted by my personal painter." Dido sighed and pointed to the first one, "This is his fight in the Nicaea Valley."

Following the instructions of the purple princess, Adelaide looked closely and saw a man without a helmet on the picture, riding on a violently neighing black horse in full armor (at this moment, Sabina, who was in the royal stables of Tarsus, snorted hard), holding a sword wrapped in flames in his hand, and many enemy corpses fell on the ground, blood and broken limbs were everywhere under the horses' hooves. Opposite were rows of dark-skinned pagan soldiers, with spears sticking out one by one, like hedgehogs. It was obviously the Konya Turkic army. The man's face was full of awe, and above his sword blade were several blessed angels flying with wings.

"What a true hero." Adelaide was immediately impressed by the scene, and she clasped her hands on his chest in praise.

"Yes, he was ambushed and besieged by 6,000 Konya Turks in the Nicaea Gorge, but he bravely rushed out and killed countless fierce enemies. This is why my father later entrusted him as the commander of the Italian side." Dido touched her bulging belly and told the story with some nostalgia. Then she turned a new painting to Adelaide: In it, Adelaide saw that in the gray clouds and snow, the warrior riding a black horse was holding the sword with his eyes wide open. Behind him were many infantry and cavalry covered in scarlet clothes. The infantry held shields and spears, and the cavalry raised golden meteor hammers. In front of him was a burning and broken stone tablet. At the other end of the picture, a red-bearded bandit-like man looked back at the warrior in fear and fled on horseback.

"In the tough battlefields of Apulia and Naples, he still achieved a series of brilliant victories, capturing and burning Aversa, the ancestral mausoleum of the Norman bandits, and their chieftain Bohemond fled." Dido described in detail.

Adelaide was also fascinated.

Then came the third painting. Adelaide was surprised to find that under the palace building in the picture, a tall (twice as big as a normal person) man wearing a ruby ​​cross and a golden crown, with a golden ring on his head, stood in the center with his hands raised. On both sides of him, on the steps on the far right, the warrior stood there with a sword, looking affectionately at a petite girl standing by the seat on the far left, and the girl was stretching out her arms - a colorful bird flew from her palm and flew towards the warrior.

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"This..."

"Yes, the one in the middle is my father, the emperor of this empire. Under his loving witness, the warrior accepted the colorful bird I gave him and my friendship. Originally, he should have been my husband, and I should have been his wife." At this point, Dido couldn't help but get excited, "Originally, the bravest man in this empire should have been mine, and I could have helped him accomplish a great feat." (To be continued ~^~)