He began to answer, and then stopped himself before changing it to, "As the English count it, the Year of Their Lord, 1191." More came back to him the more he thought, the more he considered. The more he could see the flags on the battleground, the British king--
"King Richard and his Crusaders fight Salah ad-Din and his Saracens with the people caught in the middle. The Templars fight both sides from within. I..." He had almost grasped it. He had almost known, but it skittered away like an insect on still water, leaving him to frown. "I... feel I fought them both. But I find nothing specific there. But I have more distaste toward Salah ad-Din than Richard."
Why? If anything, the name felt it should be more like than dislike. Richard was a name that sat oddly on his tongue, while Salah ad-Din rolled from it with ease. What had this Salah ad-Din done that had garnered at least a flicker of anger while Richard... what was it? Grudging respect? Hm.
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"King Richard and his Crusaders fight Salah ad-Din and his Saracens with the people caught in the middle. The Templars fight both sides from within. I..." He had almost grasped it. He had almost known, but it skittered away like an insect on still water, leaving him to frown. "I... feel I fought them both. But I find nothing specific there. But I have more distaste toward Salah ad-Din than Richard."
Why? If anything, the name felt it should be more like than dislike. Richard was a name that sat oddly on his tongue, while Salah ad-Din rolled from it with ease. What had this Salah ad-Din done that had garnered at least a flicker of anger while Richard... what was it? Grudging respect? Hm.