- Arin: You are but a serf. I adorn you in my mother's wardrobe. I let you indulge in my father's halls. I let you embrace me in my own chambers, yet you are soaked with these demands and grievances!
- Jolee: Your love is no burden to me!
- Arin: I am but gain for you, am I not? You love me not for who I am!
- Jolee: I thought I knew you. How may I love whom I do not know?
- Jolee: Arin, surely you know your father was neglectful, not just towards us, but towards you.
- Arin: You know not my father. He had fists of stone.
- Jolee: Perhaps he did, but did those hands work for God or for himself? At times, I fear he may have confused his Lords.
- Arin: You confuse my father with your lord. He was a powerful man, Jolee.
- Jolee: A powerful man be the best for the devil to enlist! We suffered. We starved. We died under him.
- Arin: You're still here.
- Jolee: Because you let me, but we, weak, collective, we hurt together, and I know you feel that.
- Arin: What is the charge, father?
- Lord Ulric: Alcohol, my godale!
- Kadin: No, I swear! I didn't take it for me, please!
- Lord Ulric: Give me the whole party, then! Then they'll all know this punishment.
- Lord Ulric: I could have cut their hands for trying such theft.
- Arin: If I may, father, is that what one deserves for stealing?
- Lord Ulric: So is the law of the Bible - a hand for a hand.
- Arin: How will I know this will not be given away? And speak truthfully, dear. God listens.
- Jolee: And God joyfully hears that I intend to give my food to those you give less.
- Arin: Give her nothing. Not a single grain.
- Jolee: And this be punishment? Doing the Lord's bidding against your father's? And speak truthfully. God listens.
- Arin: Surely you feel as sensational as you look.
- Jolee: I do not understand why anyone desires to wear a dress.
- Arin: Perhaps you've not seen a mirror tonight?
- Jolee: Yes, but beauty does not excuse being cumbersome.
- Arin: [laughs] Cumbersome? Oh, how absorbing you are!
- Jolee: You know what cumbersome means?
- Arin: ...Do you?
- Jolee: Aye, I can read, mind you. I follow along during sermon, raised in the church before serfdom.
- Arin: Your father was ordained?
- Jolee: He left for war in France ten year ago.
- Arin: I regret that we've not a proper greeting until this moment. Arin, son of Lord Ulric.
- [kisses her hand]
- Arin: And your name?
- Jolee: Jolee.
- Arin: Jolee, the honor is entirely mine.
- Jolee: Have you any alcohol?
- Arin: ...Yes.
- Arin: For every day of this year, I left no stone unturned for her. And on this, our final day, shall I take her back.