Hector asked, pointing the faded piece of fabric on William's Surcoat that is in the shape of a cross.  William brushed his hand against his shoulder where the patch had been.<br/><br/>"Was." William replied, "I just want to go home now." He said, the memories begining to swell up in his head.<br/><br/>"Was?" The boy asked incredulously, "once you're a soldier of God, you're always a soldier of God.  Word is that Christ was victorious, the Saracens were defeated and Jerlusaleum is once again in the hands of God, is it true?"<br/><br/>William cringed at the memory of his blade biting into innocent flesh, "Yes...the holy land is in God's hands now" he replied solemnly.  Looking over his shoulder at the source of the screaming before deciding it was only in his head.<br/><br/>The boy too looked around, confused, he found nothing but decided not to bring up the topic.  "Do you head to the villiage ahead? It is on the way to Athens, I plan to head there and take up the cross to defend christiandom and the holy land!" Hector said with pride in his voice.<br/><br/>"Oh to be innocent and naive again." William said. The boy gave him a confused look and was about to comment when William held up a gauntleted hand.  "How far is this villiage boy?"<br/><br/>"Oh uhm, just about a days ride from the fork in the road in that hill, might I travel with you?"  He asked.<br/><br/>William took a swig from his wineskin and shrugged.  "I could use the company I suppose, how good a cook are you?"