The two monks slowly make their way past the dead and bloated bodies of men and horses strewn across the battlefield. Their brown robes are streaked with blood, dirt, and sweat. They cover their faces with their sleeves in a vain attempt to keep from breathing in the foul smell of death that permeates the humid air. They step over corpse after corpse, wading through blood so deep that at times it reaches their knees. A dead crusader soldier grips the pole of a banner with the image of a crown superimposed over a red cross. The flag partially lays across the body of a Muslim warrior who has a broken spear…