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It needed to be done :)
Princess Mononoke feral Nicolò and Yusuf looking adorably while being threatened to death.
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I'm in my Crusaders phase. Again. Thank you very much
Cat crusade ⚔️🐱⚔️
1. Templar
2. Hospitaller
3. Lazarite
4. Teuton
And bonus: Saladin and Baldwin IV
The Deep Meaning of Being a Medieval Knight
[academic]
Being a knight was not a “job” but a total identity, a social brand burned into the flesh. A permanent login into a world where birth, honor, and violence were the three required passwords to exist.
The feelings involved?
A fairly explosive mixture of:
1. Pride strong enough to embarrass a fighting rooster
Knighthood was born as a military elite. The unspoken rule was simple: I fight, you peasant toil. This was considered the natural order of the universe. A knight believed he was born to command and to fight, and the rest of humanity was expected to quietly accept it. Charming.
2. A sense of honor more fragile than a crystal reliquary
Losing face was worse than losing life. Even a minor insult could escalate into a duel, a vendetta, a family feud, or an endless chain of poems nobody really wanted to hear but everyone had to pretend to admire.
3. The cult of prowess
Valor in battle was not optional. The ideal death was either spectacular or at least “nearly fatal but stylish.” A knight was expected to be brave even when running away would have been the intelligent choice.
4. Religion as emotional fuel
God functioned as excuse, shield, motivation, decoration, and soundtrack.
And yes, many were sincere. They genuinely believed violence could be God’s will, which only reinforced the sense that they were living out a cosmic mission. Convenient, and terrifying.
The Inner Chivalry
Beneath the steel, two emotional cores dominated:
1. Fear
Because they were men, not statues. They feared failure, disgrace, dying badly, being remembered as cowards. Chivalry was also a way to discipline fear by wrapping it in rules, rituals, and symbols.
2. A desperate need to belong
A knight was nothing without his lord, his lineage, his brotherhood. Collective identity held together this violent world. A band of brothers-in-arms, with more crosses and more trauma.
What It Meant to Be a Crusader
Here we enter the department of mysticism + politics + medieval marketing. Wearing the cross was not a fashion choice. It was a spiritual and social contract.
1. The Crusade as a soul-laundering machine
Crusaders believed (or were persuaded) that joining the expedition granted indulgences, forgiveness, spiritual upgrades. A shortcut to heaven. A celestial subscription plan.
2. The Crusade as divine mission
They were told: “God wants you to fight.”
Imagine the emotional force of that sentence on a young man trained for violence and wrapped in sacred symbolism. It felt like starring in an epic written directly by God.
3. The Crusade as social status
Returning as a crusader conferred prestige. Returning alive was already an achievement. And if you died, you still won. Hero on earth or martyr in heaven. A very medieval win-win scenario.
4. The Crusade as a very concrete desire for land and loot
Under the sacred aura, practical motives thrived.
Second sons without inheritance, indebted knights, land-hungry warriors. The crusade was a chance to acquire wealth, territory, titles. A medieval startup with catastrophic risk.
In Summary
To be a knight meant living in constant tension between luminous ideals and brutal impulses.
To be a crusader added a religious justification and a sense of destiny that could elevate the soul or drag it into blind fanaticism.
All of it wrapped in heavy armor, unbearable heat, nervous horses, and poets busily transforming trauma into heroic legend.
That was the world: noble ideals and bloody reality inhabiting the same person, often in conflict, sometimes in harmony.
A fascinating mess.
Just like most of human history.