"An absolute honour to meet you, your reverence. May the Lord shine blessedly upon this meeting, and may we both construct great things from it." Pope Leo smiled at the man who stood opposite him, head inclined respectfully.
"Gracious words, your reverence. May Allah respect both our wishes, and may tolerance be received to all." The Caliph Yassin said, and smiled back at the Pope.
"I have sent messengers to all the Kingdoms under my religion to meet with you upon neutral terms, so that we may discuss recent problems of late - such as the growing number of pagan civilisations, which I believe it is in our combined wishes to destroy, the increase of attacks on Christian pilgrims by Mussulmen bandits, and the massive inflation on certain goods, especially silver and silk. We shall save these more pressing matters for later, however. Would you care for some wine?" The Pope was charming and acting humbly towards the Caliph - this modestly seemed to please the Caliph, as if he had found a true man of God.
"Unfortunately, my God forbids transmitting any drugs into our bodies, for as your scripture says, ones body is a temple, and we must not ruin it. Thank you, anyway. As to what you have said, I await eagerly. Shall they be coming here, to the Papal city?" The Caliph spoke Latin fluently, as he had studied it for many years in his youth, along with Arabic and Greek.
"No, they shall not. We will be travelling, under guard, to the lands of Fisnik Endrit, the leader of the Knights of the Grand Cross. You will be most safe there, for they are educated men, and respect your faith, regardless of the wars they have fought against you." The Pope spoke as he poured two glasses of water, not wishing for his guest to feel uncomfortable. He handed a silver goblet of water to the Caliph.
"I have had dealings with him in the past, and have found him a most agreeable man. I shall send a message to my people, then, for I have brought some leaders or their representatives from a few Islamic nations with me, as I thought it may be useful were we to discuss the rise of Paganism in our locales."
The two dignified men, one in his Papal regalia of furs and velvets, and the other in his silks and cotton weaves, stepped into a carriage, pulled by 6 horses, and flanked by over a hundred Knights of the Grand Cross, battle hardened veterans, there to deter bandits to attack - they would be going through Christian lands, and no attack would be expected. Mingled with the Knights were the Papal Guard, more ceremonial, yet also a strong force in themselves, recruited from the most devout mounted-men-at-arms in Christendom, who had proven their capability. Ahead of these horsemen, a few miles ahead, marched a few hundred footmen, all trained and paid for by Papal money. It would be mid-day when this procession arrived in Endrit's land.
Fisnik Endrit, the Grand Commander of the Knights of the Grand Cross told his steward to report to him, as soon as guests began to arrive. He saw this occasion as a great opportunity to deepen the coffers of his Order even more, by getting more leaders to bank with the Order.