More and more Germanic people gathered beside the scaffold.
Many impoverished Germanic Crusaders wore tattered old robes, their beards unkempt, lips cracked, and faces sallow, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Those dressed a bit more brightly were mostly newcomers who had just arrived from Europe to the Holy Land, not yet ravaged by the prolonged siege.
At first, they just followed the Crusader from Bohemia, singing "Saint Rosalia's Hymn," but soon became parched and had to stop.
A Germanic Knight brought a goatskin water sack to his mouth, only managing to squeeze out a few drops that fell onto his chapped lips and disappeared without needing him to swallow.
"The Gauls on the other side, they are enjoying fine wine while we don't even have a cask of clean water!"
A high-pitched voice suddenly rang out.
"We've had enough of this unjust treatment!"
