“ The knight gazed again on that ring, as if to ascertain that there was no possible falsehood in the token. “Tell me,” he said to the dwarf, “is my presence required for any length of time?” “Time!” answered Nectabanus, in his flighty manner; “what call you time? I see it not—I feel it not—it is but a shadowy name—a succession of breathings measured forth by night by the clank of a bell, by day by a shadow crossing along a dial-stone. Knowest thou not a true knight's time should only be reckoned by the deeds that he performs in behalf of God and his lady?” ”
Walter Scott
Summary
Walter Scott’s The Talisman (1825), the second volume of his Tales of the Crusaders, is set during the Third Crusade, focusing on the intricate relationship between Richard I of England and Saladin. As a historical novel that merges fact with fiction, it examines themes of chivalry, political maneuvering, and cultural differences through the experiences of Sir Kenneth, a Scottish knight, whose devotion and sense of self are challenged in the face of the confrontation between Christian and Muslim forces.
Scott’s depiction of Richard and Saladin—highlighting their opposing strengths and tactical competition—reveals his sophisticated understanding of history, shaped by a range of sources from medieval romances to modern chronicles. The story’s conflict between individual integrity and larger struggles reaches a climax in a narrative that emphasizes the tenuous nature of alliances and the lasting appeal of chivalric values.
Quotes from The Talisman (Walter Scott)
“ On all without thou hold'st thy reign, Nor less on all within; Each mortal passion's fierce career, Love, hate, ambition, joy, and fear, Thou goadest into sin. Whene'er a sunny gleam appears, To brighten up our vale of tears, Thou art not distant far; 'Mid such brief solace of our lives, Thou whett'st our very banquet-knives To tools of death and war. Thus, from the moment of our birth, Long as we linger on the earth, Thou rulest the fate of men; Thine are the pangs of life's last hour, And—who dare answer?—is thy power, Dark Spirit! ”
“ Ay, or his huge mouth riven, and his gullet swelling to suffocation, as he endeavours to swallow the consecrated bread!” “Peace, Richard,” said the hermit—“oh, peace, for shame, if not for charity! Who shall praise or honour princes who insult and calumniate each other? Alas! that a creature so noble as thou art—so accomplished in princely thoughts and princely daring—so fitted to honour Christendom by thy actions, and, in thy calmer mood, to rule her by thy wisdom, should yet have the brute and wild fury of the lion mingled with the dignity and courage of that king of the forest!” ”
