1113 AD, England

"There you are, you lazy son of a bitch!" a strong male voice said, waking me from my slumber in the barn. I enjoyed lying in the hay as a cool breeze flowed through the barn this early morning, but the air would quickly become sultry, as summer was fast approaching.

I slowly opened my eyes to my best friend, Lord Raif, Knight of England. I rubbed my then brown eyes and quickly looked around, realizing where I was.

"What in God's name do ...