Sleep is the only remedy for my suffering. Only when I dream does the gnashing and eating away of my body cease to drain me. In the halls of God's Holy City I sit in sheer agony. My bones are kindled like flames, my face peels like a snake. Beneath the metal iron mask I see the vanguard of Jerusalem . Valiant men at arms bicker over just cause and fiscal loss. In the assembly, I feel the weight of the city; all those lives in my decaying hands. Oh if God would provide me a permanent regent, then I could recluse to my chamber and rest. Alas my fate is to reign. My sisters greet me with kisses during the day, and at night they draw knives seeking their prize. Oh Baldwin V, please stay alive! To you I wish to bequeath this hefty burden. Oh do I long for the days of old, when I was strong and capable of repelling Saladin's throng. Now I am reduced to a broken shell: one that stumbles and must be carried to and fro. I can't even attend the Mass on my knees, I must lay like ...