ARYCELLE: At last I find you, Denam. You've given good chase, but the hunt ends here!
DENAM: Look again. It is you who've fallen into our trap, fool of a Galgastani!
ARYCELLE: Galgastani? No. Your work in Balmamusa brings me here!
DENAM: You were in Balmamusa!?
ARYCELLE: Such fine heroes we Walister make.... You will die for what you did at Balmamusa - for what you did to my brother!
[Enraged, the archer lashes out toward Denam.]
DENAM: We cannot fight amongst ourselves! You play into the enemy's hands!
ARYCELLE: I knkow your part in the massacre. Do not deny it! My brother had hurt his leg.... He couldn't even walk.
DENAM: You know what happened. Then know also that we had no choice. Had we fought the Galgastani openly, there could be only one outcome. There was no other way to bring our people together!
ARYCELLE: Our people? This is a war fought in the name of power, not people. The nobility want it, and they will crush whomever they must to have it. Don't you see? You're no better than the Galgastani or the Bakram. If it's absolution you seek, look elsewhere!
DENAM: I never wanted power. Only a future for the Walister!
ARYCELLE: You ignore the will of your people - slaughter them - and call it revolution!? Who do you think it was first fanned the flames between clans, then pointed at the bonfire as proof of conflict? The nobility! Better the rams rise to lead the flock than such shepherds with miters for crooks and crowns for caps. And you...you are little better than the yapping sheepdog that does his master's bidding. To hell with you. To hell
CATIUA: She has no ear to listen. If words will not win us free, our steel must!
[They use their steel to fend her off.]
ARYCELLE: Feh.... Retreat! We retreat! As for you.... You will die with or without my hand.
DENAM: We'll deal with your kind once the heirophant lies in the ground.
ARYCELLE: Oh, hadn't you heard? Your duke lost at Psonji!
DENAM: Peddle your lies elsewhere. We're not buying!
ARYCELLE: 'Twas a victory of attrition decided by a handful, but a victory for Balbatos nonetheless. More than enough to sound a death knell for your Resistance. The people will turn to us to lead them now!
[She flees.]
DENAM: I do not believe it. I cannot! Did Balmamusa mean nothing...?
[Denam and Catiua contemplate this news and meet at the docks where a ship awaits.]
DENAM: Sister, let us take this ship for our return to Almorica. If that woman spoke true, the roads will be too perilous.
CATIUA: Denam.... Let us quit this island altogether!
DENAM: Cut and run? You can't be serious!
CATIUA: If what she said is true, then we are finished whether we admit it or no. They'll kill us if they catch us.
DENAM: But we must return to Almorica to see the truth of it ourselves. No?
CATIUA: ...Here is the truth of it. I would not lose you, Denam! There is a mare that visits me nightly, a dream in which I am alone, brotherless.
DENAM: Only a dream, sister. As I stand here now, I will never leave your side.
CATIUA: And yet it frightens me as though I saw it in waking. I...I cannot live alone.
DENAM: You won't have to. Don't worry, the duke hasn't lost. I'm sure of it. All will be revealed at Almorica. And if we find the castle fallen, then we will leave this island. Together.
CATIUA: Promise me we will. Promise me.
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