Raymond Ibrahim : The two forces could not have looked any more different: Most of the
approximately twelve thousand Spaniards were heavily armored; knights
carried three-foot-long double-sided swords. In comparison, most of the
African Muslims were nearly naked, their shields made of hippo hides.
But the Muslims’ numbers — thirty thousand — and unbridled ferocity made
up for it.
The Christians spent July 15, a Sunday, recuperating and preparing,
including spiritually. On their knees, tearful men beat their chests and
implored God for strength. Militant clergymen — all of whom were
determined “to rip from the hands of the Muslims the land they held to
the injury of the Christian name” — roamed the camp, administered the
Eucharist, heard the confessions of and exhorted the crusaders to fight
with all their might.
Then, as one participant wrote, about midnight, “the voice of
exultation and confession sounded in the Christian tents and the voice
of the herald summoned all to arm themselves for the Lord’s battle.”
Looking on the enemy hordes arrayed against them, Alfonso VIII of
Castile, the supreme leader of the Christian coalition, grew dismal:
“Archbishop,” he said to Rodrigo of Toledo, who stood alongside him,
“here we will die,” though a “death in such circumstances is not
unworthy.”
“If it please God,” Rodrigo responded, “let it not be death, but the
crown of victory; but if it should please God otherwise, we are all
prepared to die together with you.”
At the crack of dawn on July 16, battle commenced. For long it was a
stalemate: “Those lined up in the first ranks discovered that the Moors
were ready for battle,” writes an eyewitness:
They attacked, fighting against one another,
hand-to-hand, with lances, swords, and battle-axes; there was no room
for archers. The Christians pressed on; the Moors repelled them; the
crashing and tumult of arms was heard. The battle was joined, but
neither side was overcome, although at times they pushed back the enemy,
and at other times they were driven back by the enemy.
Determined to penetrate the Muslim host, the Christians, King Alfonso later wrote,
cut down many lines of the enemy who were stationed on
the lower eminences. When our men reached the last of their lines,
consisting of a huge number of soldiers, among whom was the king of
Carthage [Muhammad], there began desperate fighting among the
cavalrymen, infantrymen, and archers, our people being in terrible
danger and scarcely able to resist any longer.
For every Muslim line the Christians broke through, others instantly
formed — so great were the ranks of Islam. “At one point certain
wretched Christians who were retreating and fleeing cried out that the
Christians were overcome.” When King Alfonso “heard that cry of doom,”
he and his knights
hastened quickly up the hill where the force of the
battle was. Then we, realizing that the fighting was becoming impossible
for them, started a cavalry charge, the cross of the Lord going before
[us] and our banner with its image of the holy Virgin and her Son
imposed upon our device.
They fought valiantly, but the Africans continued to close in on them.
Then something of a miracle happened: “Since we had already resolved
to die for the faith of Christ, as soon as we witnessed . . . the
Saracens” attacking the cross and icons “with stones and arrows,” the
furious crusaders “broke their line with their vast numbers of men, even
though the Saracens resisted bravely in the battle, and stood solidly
around their lord.”
Christians in the rear saw the cross appear as if miraculously and
remain aloft behind enemy lines. Inspired beyond hope, the native sons
of Spain broke through the Muslim center, slaughtering “a great
multitude of them with the sword of the cross.” Sancho VII, who at
nearly seven feet tall was known as “the giant king of Navarre,”
followed by his men, was the first to bulldoze through and rout the
African slave soldiers chained around the caliph’s tent (as captured in
the above painting).
Instantly mounting a horse, Muhammad “turned tail and fled. His men
were killed and slaughtered in droves, and the site of the camp and the
tents of the Moors became the tombs of the fallen. … In this way the
battle of the Lord was triumphantly won, by God alone and through God
alone,” concluded the victorious king, Alfonso VIII of Castile.
Las Navas de Tolosa was seen as a miracle by pope and peasant alike.
Not only was the full might of the previously unbeatable Almohad
caliphate decimated, but where tens of thousands of Muslims died, only
some two thousand Christians — mostly the warrior-monks of the military
orders who were always wherever fighting was fiercest — perished.
More importantly, the victory ushered in Spain’s liberation from
Islam, as Muslim kingdoms in the southern regions fell one by one to the
sword of the Reconquista, so that, by 1248, only the remote kingdom of
Granada, at Spain’s southernmost tip, remained Islamic — and it was a
tributary of Castile.
Indeed, for centuries thereafter, July 16 was celebrated as the
“Triumph of the Holy Cross” in the Spanish calendar, until the Second
Vatican abolished it (in keeping with the spirit of the new age of
intentional forgetfulness).
But not all Spaniards are forgetting. In a recent report on how
Spain’s “far-right” is calling for a stop to Muslim migration (both
legal and illegal), a writer referred to the Battle of Las Navas de
Tolosa “to justify reclaiming Spanish lands from Muslims and expelling
them.”
Raymond Ibrahim is
the Distinguished Senior Shillman Fellow at the Gatestone Institute and
the Judith Rosen Friedman Fellow at the Middle East Forum. The historic
portion of this article was excerpted from Sword and Scimitar: Fourteen Centuries of War between Islam and the West.