The young farmer soldier said somewhat bashfully, "No, Lord, it's not that I'm cowardly, I'm just worried that if we die on the battlefield, we won't be able to repay the Count's kindness—you know, we haven't even managed to pay a copper coin in taxes to the Count yet."
Not long ago, the tax officer Reynard in Hebron had just collected the midsummer taxes.
The next tax payment day was set for the Michaelmas at the end of September.
Fabio laughed heartily and said, "Listen, little Karami. The Count granted you land, provided you with rations, lent you farming tools and livestock for plowing, and had me train you in combat skills, not to send you to the battlefield to die."
Fabio was the best among the many Imperial Knights because he understood the Saracen language, even better than Losa.
Although Losa had studied Arabic and Kurdish from Prajna for a long time, due to accent issues, he still often ended up talking past each other when conversing with the people of the land.
