章 113: LAST DAYS IN JERUSALEM

1 November 1192 AD-Jerusalem

Deep in the night as it clocked midnight inside the monastery. Abbot Jeromy was twisting in his sleep while murmuring, "blood… a lot of blood…". If there was a candlelight burning in the room. One would conclude that he must be having a nightmare.

"No… no, not him, not him…Hail Mary, fffull of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amennn." Panic assailed him and he ended up praying in his sleep.