Chapter 118

1113 AD, England

“There you are, you lazy son of a bitch!” a strong male voice said, waking me from my slumber in the barn. I enjoyed lying in the hay as a cool breeze flowed through the barn this early morning, but the air would quickly become sultry, as summer was fast approaching.

I slowly opened my eyes to my best friend, Lord Raif, Knight of England. I rubbed my then brown eyes and quickly looked around, realizing where I was.

“What in God’s name do you think you are doing, passing out in my barn like this?” he bellowed in his thick British accent. He was only a few years older than myself, but already in charge of all the knights in the kingdom.

“You were the one who brought me here,” I said, remembering the tankards of ale that we had downed the night before. “Sorry. I must have passed out in your barn, you bastard.”

“Hey, now! Leave my poor old mother out of