Brother Cadfael: There's no shame in tears when they are worth the shedding.
[after hearing a ridiculous theory]
Hugh Beringar: You might equally suggest that the earth moves around the sun with as little proof!
Sister Hilaria: I can't go on, Brother Oswin.
Brother Oswin: You can. You must. Here, take my cloak, Sister Hilaria.
[they struggle on through the storm]
Brother Oswin: Praise God! Look, Sister, look. Shelter.
Brother Cadfael: The sister, Ermina, is fifteen, and fair like her brother. The sub-prior wrote that she could be reckoned very beautiful.
[Hugh Beringar grins widely]
Brother Cadfael: Even sub-priors know beauty when they see it.
Ermina Hugonin: Why did it happen to Hilaria, the kindest and most innocent of souls? What had she done?
Brother Cadfael: Prior Robert would have it that such things are sent to test our faith. There must be a better way.
Hugh Beringar: Got the children away then?
Brother Cadfael: What else should I have done? Their safety was entrusted to Sister Hilaria, and when I found her that responsibility became mine. I would not have her mission fail.
Hugh Beringar: Well. They'll be with their uncle in good time for Christmas. My only regret is I never met their guardian, Ermina's woodsman. Who was he, Cadfael?
Brother Cadfael: He was... he was a son any father would be proud of.
Abbot Radulfus: [as Cadfael is preparing to go out in search of Yves and Oswin] Must you go?
Brother Cadfael: Yes, Father, I must. Ever since Brother Oswin first came to our House, he's been as a son to me. I should never have left him alone with Yves... now my foolishness has lost them both. I must put it right.
[He mounts his horse]
Abbot Radulfus: And if I order against it?
[Cadfael looks at him, but says nothing. Radalfus nods, then makes the sign of the Cross over him]
Abbot Radulfus: Then go with my blessing.
Ermina Hugonin: If I'd not set my heart on marrying Richard... if I'd consented to go with Brother Oswin, Sister Hilaria would be living now!
Brother Cadfael: There's no profit in ifs, child. We go drom where we stand. We answer for our own evil and we leave the rest to God.
Ermina Hugonin: And where was God when she was violated and murdered?
Brother Cadfael: He was taking note of all... and making a place for her beside Him.
Brother Cadfael: [to the unconscious Oswin] Come back to us, Oswin... I miss you, boy. I would sacrifice a thousand pots to your clumsiness if you come back.
Le Gaucher: [to Oswin before his men attack him] A fine evening, brother.
Oliver de Bretagne: [his dagger is at Cadfael's throat] I think I have the better of you, brother.
Brother Cadfael: And I think we should both have died.
[Olivier looks down to see Cadfael's dagger at his heart]
Oliver de Bretagne: You're quick... for an old man.
Brother Cadfael: And you're over-careless for a young one. You must always beware of the unexpected stroke... Olivier.
Hugh Beringar: [discussing with Cadfael Brother Oswin's near-murder] Christ God, Cadfael, what kind of man would do such a thing?
Brother Cadfael: The kind that kills for sport... or pleasure.
Brother Cadfael: [meeting Ermina Hugonin and narrowly avoiding her dagger] Good day, my lady Ermina.
Brother Cadfael: [to Oswin] You are the best of us... but you ask too much of yourself and you undervalue what you do give.
Ermina Hugonin: I never thought to hear myself say it before, but Yves means more to me than Richard ever could.
Brother Cadfael: Strange how it's often the threat of loss that makes us realize what we value most.
Brother Cadfael: [in voiceover, while praying] This was an unexpected stroke. I never thought... that so marvelous a creature could be in this world with mine and Mariam's blood in his veins. Should I have told him? No... what needs he now of a father? But by Your Grace, I have seen him... I have sat and talked with him of times past... I have kissed him... I have had cause to glad of him. And shall have cause to feel glad all life long. What does it matter if these eyes may ever see him again? And yet... they may.
Oliver de Bretagne: [telling Cadfael of his English father and Syrian mother] She often praised him as brave and kind. There cannot be much wrong with a mating that left her with such fondness and pride. My mother bore the same name as your lady Mary, though in our tongue is would be said Mariam. Perhaps you met her if you were in the Holy Land or knew my father?
Brother Cadfael: [realizing Olivier is his son, his face is sturned away so that Olivier can't see his expresion] Some one like him, perhaps... once, long ago. But your mother... from what you've told me, I'm certain I should have remembered her... all my life