OZMA: Speak the truth! The blind swordsman we encountered at Rhime was Hobyrim. I have it from one of our own whisperers in the Resistance!
BALXEPHON: You've been busy, then.
OZMA: You gave the order, Balxephon. I merely received the report. Had I not chanced to do so, I very much doubt I would ever have learned of it.
BALXEPHON: ...
OZMA: Why go on denying it? Hobyrim lives. You lied to me!
LANSELOT: Ozma's right, Balxephon. Confess and be done with it. There should be no secrets among friends.
BALXEPHON: You have the right of it, Ozma. Hobyrim lives.
OZMA: Why, Balxephon? How could you lie to me?
BALXEPHON: A grave crime, yes. But I could not bear to see my brother, my own blood, imprisoned and put to death. Nor could I merely set him free. As adjutant, I bore certain...responsibilities. I took his eyes to mark him for his crime, made it appear as though he died in the dungeons, and banished him.
OZMA: The pieces do not fit. When were were at Phidoch, I suspected nothing. Why lie to me then?
BALXEPHON: It was for your own good. Hobyrim was to be your husband, and ordering the man put to his death seemed too cruel by far. I love you, Ozma. Hobyrim had brought you enough suffering. I did not wish to see it continue.
OZMA: Lies upon lies!
[Balxephon lowers his head.]
MARTYM: As soon preach to a statue once a woman's made up her mind, eh?
BARBAS: You disobeyed orders to save your own brother, as I recall. Had you kept that from us, I don't expect we would have seen such a commotion.
MARTYM: That's women for you. Always poking their noses where they don't belong, and turning them up when they mislike what they smell.
OZMA: Do not mock me!
VOLAQ: Calm, Ozma. Do not take Martym's jibes to heart.
BALXEPHON: I promise to keep nothing more from you. Forgive me.
OZMA: ...The traitor who murdered the stratarchis, his own father, lives in hiding on these isles. Bringing him to justice is our sacred duty. If you will not see it done, I will!
[She flees.]
LANSELOT: Ozma, wait! Have you forgotten our purpose here?
[Volaq chases after her.]
MARTYM: A brother who is a traitor, a pig-headed bride. A fine house you keep! At this rate, we'll be on these bloody isles forever.
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