"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."
- 'Julius Caesar' Act 2 Scene 2, by Shakespeare
John Hunyadi woke up feeling heavy headed on his horse, massaging the side of his head as he struggled to get up in a semi awake state trying to figure out where is he now.
"Your Grace!" His personal guard, seeing his master has awaken, screamed in delight but did not stop moving. "You are awake! Your Grace, we are now in… a place called Staropatitsa."
"Staropatitsae…" John Hunyadi opened his dried tearing lips and re iterated the word thinking about this location inside his head. "I have never heard of this place."
"It is around 15 Roman miles from the battle field, your Grace."