CHAPTER 67 - 67: FIRE AND GOLD

Date: April 2nd, 1180Location: Nile Delta, Port of Rosetta, Egypt

The Nile carried the morning mist like a ghostly veil, soft and calm—just before it was ripped open by sails from the sea.

Out of that fog emerged the black-and-crimson banners of Sicily. The fleet, led by Count Ruggiero di Marsala and Admiral Matteo de Lecce, moved into formation as the port of Rosetta came into view. Dozens of dromons and galleys angled toward the shallow harbor, oars sweeping in perfect rhythm.

No signal fires had warned the Egyptians. No patrols awaited them. Rosetta slumbered in false security.

The Assault

With brutal efficiency, the Sicilian marines rowed ashore. They disembarked in waves—Norman swordsmen, Saracen archers from Palermo, and ship-bound engineers prepared for destruction. At Ruggiero's shouted command, they stormed the harbor.

A handful of Egyptian guards attempted resistance near the grain warehouses, but they were swept aside in minutes. Arrows pinned some against mudbrick walls. Others fled into alleyways, only to be cut down or captured.

"Spare the dockworkers," Admiral Matteo ordered. "Kill the armed, loot the rest."

Ruggiero's men surged deeper into the town, dragging open storehouses, smashing locks, and seizing whatever they could carry.

Flames and Desecration

Near the town center stood Rosetta's grand mosque—an elegant structure with three domes and a tall white minaret that overlooked the harbor. Though no defenders remained, the Sicilians made a deliberate point of desecrating the site.

Under direct orders, a unit of Norman soldiers forced open the mosque doors and ransacked the interior. They shattered lamps, overturned the mimbar, and ripped the ornate carpets from the prayer hall.

With torches in hand, they lit the place ablaze.

The minaret collapsed in the early afternoon, collapsing in a thunderous roar that echoed across the riverbank. Smoke billowed skyward, black and thick. It was not simply an act of destruction—it was a message.

Spoils of War

Once control of the port was secured, the Sicilians began loading the loot.

From the port treasury and merchant stores, they seized:

Over 6,000 gold dinars

Four dozen barrels of wheat and barley

Timber, sailcloth, ropes, and blacksmith tools

Twenty-three head of livestock—goats, chickens, and oxen

Every item that could support the fleet—food, tools, coin—was ferried to the anchored ships. Even barrels of tar and oil were salvaged from the shipyards for future raids.

The Sicilians did not stay. No attempt was made to govern or occupy. The town had served its purpose.

Casualties and Aftermath

The raid was swift and clean.Casualties were minimal:

Fifteen dead (nine marines, five archers, one Sicilian officer)

Forty wounded, mostly superficial injuries

A port official was taken prisoner—cooperative, though shaking with fear. He would provide information on nearby patrols, port schedules, and the strength of garrisons at Damietta and Alexandria.

As the Sicilians returned to their ships, they nailed signs to the broken mosque wall and the charred warehouse doors:

"Let the Cross Be Known.""Where Saladin Does Not Rule, We Burn Freely."

Sailing Onward

By sunset, the Sicilian fleet pulled away from the burning town. The smoke of Rosetta's ruins drifted behind them, a black smear across the golden Nile delta.

Ruggiero leaned on the deck rail of the Santa Lucia, gold coins clinking in his pouch, watching the collapsing mosque fade from view.

"That should wake the sultan," he muttered.Admiral Matteo nodded. "He'll roar like a lion. Let him."

They had done more than plunder—they had struck a blow meant to enrage. And it was only the beginning.