(sitting inside his tent, staring at a pile of gold ingots
) Frankly, I feel embarassed. I, who thought the Romans respected their enemy... But no. Disillusioned yet again... If they think they're going to federate the country with that kind of mentality... I say we return their dough, we saddle up, and we smack in their faces! (beat
) On the other hand, returning such an amount of money would be bordering on bad taste
; sorry, but this isn't something to do, if only for the more needy. (smirks, then serious again
) But then, there's the oath. If I keep the gold, I don't attack?... That's it, then. I keep the gold, I don't attack; an oath's sacred. (the camera, slowly traveling around Goustan, passes behind a silhouette; Goustan continues, to the silhouette
) But what I find so upsetting is that this is the very day I'd chosen to hand over power to you
) Aren't dates something, eh? I keep the gold, I don't attack, I'm under oath. But you
... (music rises
) Now that you are King of Cameliard
... If you feel like going and beating the shit out of them, I really don't see how I could stop you!
(sticks his knife into the table, laughing maniacally; the silhouette heads towards the exit of the tent, and is revealed to be Goustan's son Léodagan while he speaks to his troops outside
Hey, guys! Guess what we're eating tonight? Romans!