Ch11
The siege of Nicaea was a study in frustration.
For six days, the Crusader host had camped before the city's walls, and for six nights, they had watched their victory slip away on a tide of white mist. Every evening, as the sun sank behind the Anatolian hills, a fog would rise from the vast lake that lapped at Nicaea's eastern walls. It came not gradually, not naturally, but all at once—a dense, rolling wall of white that swallowed the water entirely before spreading to