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- If your opponent is valiant, there is little reason to fear defeat, but if cruelty is in his nature, then everyone will wish to escape the victor's will. I fear, my dear, that this alone may influence the character of future alliances.
— Fearlessness in defeat may weaken one's will toward that outcome; while a bluff of cruelty may send one down the path of hasty ruin. An ideal alliance, I fear, will be hard to find. However thorny the inevitable course may be, my lance and heart are always for our domain and personally for you, my lady.
- My gratitude for such loyalty knows no bounds, - the lady places her slender palm upon her knight's face, - but it would grieve me greatly if wounds or worse befell you, so I ask - be careful and do not neglect your life.
— Life is dear to me as well; it is one and once squandered, no new chance can be found. As long as the baseness of chance or the loyalty of duty does not abandon me, I shall strive to keep Your Grace from sorrow. — Alsira bowed her head.
— I see, however, that the everyday throws us toward the luxury of ever-new spectacles. Slaughter for amusement's sake, like any conflict, is somewhat alien to me; the beauty of character and style will remain closest of all. But as your sole protector today, presenting our native land with as much discipline as possible seems to me a weighty duty in every regard.
In response, the head olive merely nodded approvingly, as if to say "go on, savor the triumph to your heart's content," having decided that Alsira, in truth, was itching to throw herself into all these events.