The grand day arrives where upon my death I grant the Title King upon my son. I am King Richard the VI of England. The year is 1241 and upon this day I durst die. I am an old man of near thirty and twenty and grow weary of this world. I have lived through years of war. I have seen two brothers die during the Crusades. I shall recount my here my years at war. Upon the sailing ships of England in the name of all that is grand I set sail for the Holy Land. I King Richard the VI landed upon the Holy Land in 1228 A.D. Upon arrival I met Sir Henry La Gaston of France. He and I became friends and to him I owe my life for upon the landing a sandstorm hit and I was almost lost Henry helped me to the boat. There forth began a bloody war between the Berbers and us. This battle lasted and my brother John and Henry Beaufort died upon the sword of Berbers, but I avenged them with battling sword. A Berber 6 feet tall ran at me but Alla Stocatta (at the thrust), he I ran through with my sword.