The Girl: We believe what we want to believe.
Debelzaq: We're going to need more holy water.
The Girl: And you, Behmen! All you needed was a child to save. Someone to ease your pitiful guilt. Did you truly think that saving one ragged waif would change anything? Come, Behmen. Your sins are legion. How many innocent have fallen beneath that very blade?
Hagamar: [locked in a stock] Ah, visitors. What can I do for you gentlemen? Perhaps you'd like to pelt me with fruit or kick me in the groin.
Kay: Honor is not a thing to be dismissed or forgotten.
Debelzaq: There may be no room in your heart for God, Behmen. But in my heart, I know He would not abandon us. In God's name...
Behmen: No man has spilled more blood in God's NAME, than I. A benevolent God would not ASK such things of men!
[the Girl smiles in delight as she listens]
Debelzaq: But if you kill her, you will not have God to blame. Only yourself.
The Girl: So the plague passed and life returned to the land. There are many who say the plague was but a pestilence that finally broke, like the passing of a fever. They don't know the darkness that almost was. The sacrifices made. The heroes lost. I will tell their story. I was there. I know.
Peasant Girl: No! No... please! I beg you. I beg you. I'm not a witch.