"My mother taught me some basic recipes, I'm not bad. You could do a lot worse." The boy replied, seemingly happy to be traveling with a real crusader, ex or not.<br/><br/>William shrugged and took another drink of wine, offering it to Hector who refused because wine clouded the head and the faithful needed clear heads.  Williams comment about Jesus drinking wine shut him up though.  The two traveled along until the sun had fully set and the moon was three hours into it's ascent.  They stopped to make camp. Hector made a campfire and began cooking as William tethered the horses to a nearby tree.  The two ate roast rabit with some bread rations as the boy went on and on about his family and why he always wanted to be a knight.  William drank until the wine took hold of him and he stumbled to his bedroll in his tent.  "Keep watch boy! Wake me when you're about to fall asleep" he said.<br/><br/>As William slept he restlessly tossed and turned to dreams of him and his command of knights, and soldiers of God, slaughtering innocent men women and children of a newly conquered Jerlusalem.