They were milites Christi or monks-soldiers, who raised it, in a century, the 13th, in which the Reconquest in Spain was only eclipsed by the intense activity of a western soldiery that tried to recover the Holy Land for Christianity, founding Jerusalem the capital of a Christian Kingdom, a prelude to universal synarchy.

Heart, no doubt, of that immense fortress that the knights of the just recently founded Order of Calatrava on this side of that La Mancha border line marked by the taciturn running of a river, the Tagus, whose waters become even more taciturn if possible When they lazily lick the ruined banks of Imperial Toledo, the Calatrava church jealously guards the secrets of a style, the Gothic, whose columns and vaults forced us to look up to the heights, desperately searching for God.

Despite its primitive elegance, its glory long since faded, the footsteps and whispers of tourists today replace the misereres that once flowed from the exalted throats of monks, who also lost their combative prominence as the Christian kingdoms They advanced, cornering an army, the Muslim, which was beginning to retreat towards the sea, unable to resist the push of a people that was beginning to feel possessed by the spirit of unity and the inalienable desire to become a nation again.

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