Milus: Perhaps someday they will sing songs of our bravery.
Toran: It will be a short and clumsy tune.
Wilkin: Full of sour notes and harsh rhymes.

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Wilkin: How are we to know they hold the Frenchman?
Milus: He's there. I can smell the arrogance.

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I may be half-witted but you're half-hearted! Bernadette doesn't like horses.

Ash

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No need to worry, my dear Piers. We are here to rescue you.

Milus

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Good... now dispatch yourself out the door.

Milus [to the Reeve]

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Only you, Corbett, would use death to buy pain.

Wilkin

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I must confess, Wilkin; I am more myself inside this turn towards blood.

Toran

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Bind the little French bitch.

Milus [to the guards; of Gaveston]

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Wilkin [to Annora]: You are the devil, Annora of the Alders.
Annora: Please! Wilkin, no! My son.

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