"Hahahaha, who cares about him! If we were in Normandy, I'd sew his mouth shut if he dared say a word."
"Next time I see him, I'll wash his filthy mouth out with goat piss, right in front of that pretentious Bishop."
"I've never had any respect for those Priests. While others are fighting, they're hiding in their Churches."
"A bunch of idiots who can't even recite their Latin prayers properly. Not worth wasting our energy on."
Eric waved his hand. While being lauded felt nice, he disliked this topic of conversation.
Because no matter how much evidence they produced of the other counts' stupidity, it wouldn't change the predicament he was in.
However, the Knights clearly didn't get Eric's hint and continued to ramble on.
"But he deserves a little hardship, just to make him understand that God isn't on his side. I mixed castor beans into his rations and horse feed. I bet he'll smell like shit all the way to Jerusalem."
