"I thought there'd be more going on," Colin said sounding disappointed. "Sirens and all that." "And dead-carts going through the streets, calling "Bring out your dead"?" Dunworthy said. "You should have gone with Kivrin. Quarantines in the Middle Ages were far more exciting than this one's likely to be, with only four cases and a vaccine on its way from the States." "Who is this Kivrin person?" Colin asked. "Your daughter?" "She's my pupil. She's just gone to 1320." "Time travel? Apocalyptic!" They turned the corner of the Broad. "The Middle Ages," Colin said. "That's Napoleon, isn't it? Trafalgar and all that?" "It's the Hundred Years War," Dunworthy said, and Colin looked blank. What are they teaching children in the schools these days? he thought. "Knights and ladies and castles." "The Crusades?" "The Crusades are a bit earlier." "That's where I'd want to go. The Crusades."

— Doomsday Book by Connie Willis (Page 191 - 192)