Crown Prince Henry returned to the city, intending to seek an audience with the Empress, but found that a well-trained Varangian Guard was marching in orderly steps to the city gate ahead.
"Her Majesty orders that the city gates be closed immediately, and no one is to enter or leave."
Looking at the imposing Count commanding them, Crown Prince Henry paused: "It seems we don't need to do anything more, Her Majesty the Empress's news is more timely than ours."
A knight with a full beard looked somewhat pale: "Your Highness, is there really going to be a plague?"
Crown Prince Henry laughed bitterly: "If it weren't true, why would this Barcelona order the city gates closed?"
Fear involuntarily appeared on the faces of the knights.
When a plague strikes, no matter how brave and skilled the knights are, they will only become pitiful creatures lying on beds, withering away step by step.
