(..) My barbarian friend, let's open a barrel and try to save each other's souls. Alas, I am not permitted. Fine. You talk, I'll drink. May I have this dance? This lady is spoken for. Why this way? So you cannot return or be forced to tell the way. It was good to see you, Marian. It was good to be seen. (..)

(..) My father did. Did the Holy Quest erase your hatred of him? I don't know. All I know is that our last words in this world were spoken in anger. I was lost after my mother died. My father too. And for a short time he found comfort... ...with another woman. A peasant woman. (..)