"Sir, do you have any cold water?" " The man asked with a dry cough. "Neigh serf, none of you can spare. Richard replied. Looking through the visor of his helmet, he looked at the poor excuse of a man. His coarse sackcloth shirt hung low enough to hide his private area, although he had no pants . She was stained with dirt and blood. Her face was covered with boils, many of which were oozing pus. "Now will you let me pass?" But the peasant stood firmly in place, blocking the knight. of his destination. “Your prize is a thousand waters.” He then took out a dagger from his sleeve. “You have water or your blood.” he has enough sense to know that you can't beat me." thought Richard. "You don't want blood to stain your blade." said Richard. "Take your water and let yourself pass." Richard handed him his gourd, which the peasant eagerly took “God bless you, noble knight. " The peasant stepped aside to let Richard pass. “When will this scourge end?” thought Richard. The illness had already taken everything he held dear...