"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."
- 'Twelth Night' Act 2 Scene 5, by Shakespeare
The Despot continued watching in the howling afternoon Bulgarian wind blowing against his robes and his banners of war.
Behind him the Serbian Crusaders, who have been standing there for the entire day all the way from morning to the afternoon, dehydrated, impatient, and famished, and now could not resist themselves but to start fidgeting gulping down water and question loudly in protest on the meaning of them standing here without doing anything for such a long period of time.
All of them goes unanswered, of course.
