His eyes narrowed with doubt, but some things, he simply knew. She was nervous, in a way. Unsure. So he took what she said about never seeing a place like this to be true. That she didn't understand the idea of 'English' seemed odd. It was the language she spoke. How he knew that, he wasn't sure, but he knew of the English and the Crusaders, of the war that had been happening throughout his lifetime just beyond the walls of--

Of...

Of a village he could see, or thought he could see, but not name. He saw rocks, a mountain, square buildings stepping up the mountain's side.

But the name stayed out of his grasp.

"I took a risk in asking at all," he muttered. "I dare not trust more than I must." He had enemies. And they could be anywhere.