November 18, 2015 | 0 Comments
Lady Love: Do you love me? Wilkin: I’ve always loved you.
Lady Love: Do you love me? Wilkin: I’ve always loved you.
Locke: I follow the orders of my commander. But I alone own the blood that my blade spills. I’ve earned no mercy.
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…
Wilkin: How are we to know they hold the Frenchman? Milus: He’s there. I can smell the arrogance.
Ash: I may be half-witted but you’re half-hearted! Bernadette doesn’t like horses.
Milus: No need to worry, my dear Piers. We are here to rescue you.
Milus [to the Reeve]: Good… now dispatch yourself out the door.
Wilkin: Only you, Corbett, would use death to buy pain.
Toran: I must confess, Wilkin; I am more myself inside this turn towards blood.
Milus [to the guards; of Gaveston]: Bind the little French bitch.