THE TRAVELLERS. A scowling, huge, German knight (ODO), a
worldly and scholarly HOSPITALER, and ENGLISH SERGEANT (not a
knight but mounted to fight as one despite inferior armor), a
black mercenary (FIRUZ), and two MOUNTED GENOESE CROSSBOWMEN
in leather armor. The principal of the party is GODFREY OF
IBELIN. Godfrey is what in those days might pass for a vital
sixty, battle-scarred. He wears beneath his cloak (as do his
knights) armor modified by use in the desert, padded and
quilted in the Saracen manner. GODFREY is a man riding into
his past. He seems to remember the crossroads, the
countryside-- but not with any joy. He seems a man with a
heavy obligation on his mind. He stares down at the body.
The PRIEST (standing, head bowed, with the gravediggers as
the knights pass) is in a frenzy of curiosity but does not
dare look up as GODFREY passes. THE HOOVES OF DESTRIERS,
PALFREYS, MULES, pass by the small body and the just-finished
grave. the PRIEST stays with eyes averted until the rides
(and their creaking cart) have passed.
(to the other gravedigger)
I can smell the blood and spices.
(resentfully beginning to
I can smell the opportunity.
The second GRAVEDIGGER does not agree about “opportunity”.
Where he is now is where he will die. He digs. THE SQUIRE,
who has turned back, reins in. He tosses a coin.
For this burial, from my lord. And
a mass for the soul.
The priest bows greasily but he has other uses for the coin.
EXT. BEYOND THE CROSSROADS. CONTINUOUS
GODFREY, riding, stares around at the wintry countryside of
His face is intelligent, lined, grave, scarred: he has seen
the world to its very end and now he has returned to where he