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: The reward is freedom... and fame! Torquil
: Freedom? We have it! And fame? Nah. It's an empty purse. Count it, go broke. Eat it, go hungry. Seek it, go mad!
: The temple is at the center of the swamp where three trees grow as one. Prince Colwyn
: How can anything grow in that place? It smells of death. Ynyr
: Death and power are close cousins. Torquil
: I don't think I like your relatives, old man.
[Ynyr leaves to go see The Widow of the Web
: From here, I go on alone. Prince Colwyn
: I'm going with you. Ynyr
: No. If two approach, she would certainly kill both. Alone, I may have a chance. Torquil
: Each to his fate, Colwyn. Ynyr
: Yes... Yes, each to his fate.
: I don't kill men without good reason. Prince Colwyn
: Nor do I. And be thankful for it.
: Silence! You're surrounded by a hundred men. Prince Colwyn
: A hundred is not enough. Torquil
: Well what have we here? A fighter? Prince Colwyn
: Besides you're short by about ninety men.
: Would you follow a king to the black fortress? Torquil
: Now I know you're a lunatic. I wouldn't follow me own father to the black fortress.
: Now we have no way to find the fortress. Ynyr
: There is one who might help. Prince Colwyn
: Who? Ynyr
: The Widow of the Web. Torquil
: That creature helps no one. For none who go there return. Ynyr
: She has great powers. Torquil
: Yeah, to kill. Ynyr
: She may not kill me. For I know her name. Torquil
: Her name is death. Ynyr
: She had another name once. An ancient and powerful name.
[Torquil has a look of disbelief and this gets Ynyr mad
: We all risk our lives on this journey. My risk is no greater than yours. I must try.
: [about the journey and Colwyn's offer to unlock the manacles
] If we succeed, unlock them. Otherwise I'll die with them on.
: [Colwyn gives the king's key to Torquil to rid himself of his manacles
] I thought I might keep them as a momento of our journey. Prince Colwyn
: Well, the key is yours. Torquil
: Only the king and his Lord Marshall carry this key! Prince Colwyn
[Torquil laughs realizing he's just been appointed Lord Marshall
: Only the king and his lord marshall have the keys to these manicles. You don't look like the lord marshall. Prince Colwyn
: No. Torquil
: You look about the right age to be Turold's son. Prince Colwyn
: Exact age.
: [looking at Torquil and his men
] You're escaped prisoners Torquil
: Every one of us. Thieves, fighters, bandits and brawlers!