"This will not do."
The young woman shook her head.
"This is a corruption, a base lie, a corruption of innocence, and here I stand, virtually powerless to stop the madness. Dear God… how can you leave me here? Alone, with such misery and ignorance?"
Two maids step forward.
"Sister… we are here with you. You stand not alone."
The sorrowful woman lifted her head from the screen and turned to them. "You… understand my plight? My ancient struggle? My call from Heaven to right such wrongs?"
"Yes. We do. We share in your Holy Quest."
The pitiful maid clasped her hands to her breast, but not on them, because that would be dirty, and lust has no place here. 12th century Jerusalem was practically lust free, and shockingly dust free, which was quite a feat. Actually, it is amazing that the population grew, as everyone avoided physical contact in the hopes of reaching a sort of historical Nirvana of intellectual orgasm.
"This tale, this… evil tale lies, my friends. Our King has been wronged. His soul sullied. He leprous skin… leached. His mask… maimed.
"Who shall take arms up with me?"
"Did one of King Baldwin's fall off?"
Her gasp pierced the desert night… but not in a sexual way. Not probing… or thrusting… just piercing.
"You have no idea about his disease, do you? You liar! You cheat! You….poor poor scribe and wench of Satan!"
The two women bowed their heads. "Oh my lady, we have read many books, and studied many websites. We have gained great knowledge. But none such as yourself.
"You, Holiest of Holies, Goddess of Knowledge, Interloper of the Internet, have managed to meet the great King and make his acquaintance!
"Only you can possibly understand the nuances, the details, the very depth of his soul."
The women bowed to the blessed woman, who you understand did not SLEEP with King Baldwin, or think any sort of INTIMATE thoughts about him at all…
EVER.