It was a gloomy Friday night at Jamba Juice Manor. I had just eaten my dinner of fish, stew, and bread and had just opened a new book to read in the church when a small blond boy came running in.

    His clothes were tattered, covered in mud and wearing boots that looked older than my grandfather. He was definitely a peasant, he looked no more than 8 years old. He runs right in front of me and stops about 3 feet away and puts his hands on his knees and gasps for air. He gestures weakly at me, waving his hand, telling me to bring my ear closer to him. I bend down onto one knee to reach his eye level and ask him, “Hey, is everything alright?”

        He lifts his head up to look at me, and sputters in his scratchy voice, “The plague,” he pauses to gasp, “the plague has spread across the manor, what do I do?”

    I stood up and took a step back. “Take a deep breath child, you’ve come to the right place. This is the home of Jesus, Jesus will save us. But tell me more about the plague, how did you find out about it?”

     “I was working in the field when my dad collapsed. He started coughing and passed out. I ran up to him, but I backed up when I saw a bulging bubo on his neck. I was one of the lucky few who got to go to school, I learned all about plagues and illnesses, and I know that if I got infected too, my family doesn't  have enough money for a doctor, especially for two patients. That's why I’m here, please save my father, and my family Ma’am,” he says frantically.

    “The Lord hasn’t left his quarters in months and has everyone working overtime. Us peasants must farm more crops and deep clean the castle every day, and the knights are doing their own missions and fighting in the war, and when they are not they're taking care of the Lord’s business. No one knew what he’s been doing, but now we all know he had the pl-"

    As he's talking, there’s the sound of hooves. A bearded young man with flowing brown hair rushes in wearing his chainmail armor, with his helmet tucked under his arm. He cuts the boy off mid-sentence, and yells, “HELP! All of the other knights have the plague! Everywhere I went, everyone had the plague! I didn't know where else to go, so here I am.” His voice is deep and low.

    The boy chimes in, “Same, this is the only place where no one has it.”

The knight scowls at the peasant for speaking and talks over him, “We should preserve the church as a clean and safe place, anyone who doesn’t have it can come here.”

“Well that’s what everyone seems to be doing, so that’s good,” I said.