Wolf Christian: Hewe
Bowen : [teaching Gilbert to shoot] Draw your bow, sight along the arrow, release!
[releases the arrow, arrow sticks in the dummy's head]
Hewe : Beginner's luck. Try again.
Bowen : Steady...
Bowen : [Gilbert releases the arrow, which sticks in the wooden dummy's crotch; laughing impressed] Brother Gilbert. You're a natural.
[Kara stands in the middle of the village, shouting while the villagers throw fruit and rotten vegetables at her]
Kara : Throw off the yoke of Einon's oppression! We must start to fight back!
Hewe : Your father sang that sour tune once and we did fight back, and once was enough. We'll not dance to it again!
Kara : No, Hewe, just cringe like a dog under Einon's boot!
Hewe : At least a cringing dog's a live one!