Hector: Aaah... Is it me, or are our enemies getting stronger?
Oswin: Yes. I’m afraid my armor saved my skin more than once today. Take care, Lord Hector.
Hector: Say, Oswin. Sorry to be such a burden, you know?
Hector: I know it’s my brother’s orders, but here you’re stuck with me. I mean, it must be a drag for you, right? You let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.
Oswin: Well, to tell the truth... When I was assigned to watch over you, Lord Hector, I feared that I might not be worthy of the job. But I realized something over the course of this journey. While your words and manners may be coarse at times, you are straight and true in character—like a good arrow. I thank Lord Uther for giving me the opportunity to serve you. So, believe me that it hasn’t been a burden at all.
Hector: Oswin... You... You sure? I mean, that’s good, I’m glad.
Oswin: Excellent! Then I shall be honored to serve you further.
Hector: I was afraid it might have been me makin’ you look like an old man!
Oswin: Eh? What was that?
Hector: Ah, er, nothing! Never mind! Um, right! Come along, then! Let’s go!
Matthew: You know, Oswin, I just don’t get it. How long do we need to be on this quest?
Oswin: What do you mean. Matthew?
Matthew: We are men of Ostia, aren’t we? Our young master is risking his life for the sake of his friends, but if you think about what is best for Ostia...
Oswin: ...Hmm. I agree. But Hector’s not one to change his mind once it’s made. So I am here just to keep him out of trouble. I’ve sworn to serve him truly, and so I shall. It is a most trying situation.
Oswin: What is it, Matthew?
Oswin: So why did you come on this journey? Didn’t you say that spies do not join the fray?
Matthew: Yes, that’s true... But if we leave him alone, who knows what might happen? He is faithful and brave at his best, and a spoiled child at his worst. We must keep an eye on him. And if we must watch him, we might as well fight along his side.
Oswin: ...You seem pleased by that, Matthew...
Matthew: Well, I have long been accustomed to his presence, his behavior. But...I rather thought your appraisal of him to be a bit generous of late...
Oswin: That is...most certainly not true. ...No, certainly not.
Matthew: It seems our young master intends to see this thing with Eliwood through to the end.
Oswin: And so we shall follow him and remain loyal to the end as well. We must protect him at all cost.
Matthew: But...what do you think about those two?
Oswin: What do you mean?
Matthew: Eliwood, son of Marquess Pherae. Hector, brother of Marquess Ostia. Each one bears the weight of a nation... How will they govern Lycia? Aren’t you curious?
Oswin: Well... I believe Eliwood will make an ideal leader... He may have faults, but he has the heart of the people.
Matthew: And what of our master, Hector?
Oswin: Of him...I am not so sure. He would surely be unique in our history of leaders. Oh, who am I trying to be so diplomatic for?
Matthew: Anyway, he is what he is... At least he has no skill for treachery, unlike Lord Uther... But he will certainly face challenges...
Oswin: Perhaps...that is best.
Matthew: I’m sorry?
Oswin: Hector may not walk the right path. The path of Eliwood may be the right one, but maybe our Hector can win people with his inventiveness. By not walking the clear path, he always forges new ones... In that, he has great skill.
Matthew: You would say so much, Oswin? What has come over you?
Oswin: ...I would not trust him to act without us, but...I would not want to see his good qualities hindered.
Matthew: Hmm, I see.
Oswin: But...you will never tell Hector what I have just said. It is...not becoming of a knight.
Serra: OK, let’s see... Saint Elimine, praise be your graces. Please ensure that no one dies in this battle. Please grant me speed to heal my allies’ wounds. And, um, what else...
Serra: I want Hector to give me a lot of gold, and I want to get all the food and only ever have to do the fun jobs, and I want a servant who does whatever I say, and everyone should worship me and give me things, and...uhh...
Oswin: This is an unorthodox prayer. Does it go on much longer?
Serra: Lord Oswin!? Ohhh... Were you listening that whole time?
Oswin: I have orders for you from Lord Hector. You must join the healers on the front line...
Serra: What!? You’re joking.
Serra: You want me to be right up in the front, where all the swords and axes and spears are? Why should I be up there?
Oswin: ...In a normal fight, you wouldn’t. But this time’s different. Lord Hector and Lord Eliwood are on the front line. If we, their retainers, do not help them, then what are we? Perhaps you convinced Hector to go easy on you last time? Not this time. Go to the front lines and do as you are told.
Priscilla: Yes. It was accused of stealing funds from the alliance and censured by the council of lords, stripped of its peerage.
Oswin: ...Yes. It is true.
Priscilla: My real family gave me up, and now they have given up their castle. No one knows where they are. I probably shouldn’t be asking you this... But...you seem like a proud and fine knight worthy of my trust, so I must ask you...
Oswin: I am too proud to lie, m’lady. What would you ask?
Priscilla: Are the members of House Cornwell truly...thieves? Swear on your honor! Can there be no mistake?!
Oswin: ...Lady Priscilla. I wish I could refute it...
Priscilla: ......I see. ...Then there must be some...proof.
Priscilla: ...Let me ask another question. Do you know where my father is?
Oswin: I should never have told you about your parents.
Priscilla: When they were divested of their peerage... my mother and father... took their own lives. You only told me... what I asked to hear. Lord Oswin, you are not to blame.
Priscilla: But...I wanted to ask my father one thing. Why...did he...have to steal?
Oswin: My lord, Uther of Ostia, investigated the matter. He...entrusted me...with some details. In recent years, the Cornwell fortune had begun to decline. Marquess Cornwell, in acts of kindness, had assumed the debts of many close to him. When he could not pay his own debts, the wolves came out.
Priscilla: But...if it was a matter of money, why couldn’t they ask my adopted family, the Caerleons?
Oswin: The amount they stole was... far greater than they owed. Your parents did not want to involve the daughter they had sent away.
Priscilla: Father... ...Mo...ther......
Priscilla: ...Lord Oswin... ......I... I...will be fine... There is no need to stay at my side... away from your charge...
Oswin: Lord Hector... gave me leave to come. I must express my regret for what our Ostia has done to House Cornwell. The marquess did commit a grave crime. But the vilest sin was the issue of the order... that caused so much grief. If he had stayed alive, perhaps much calamity could have been avoided.
Priscilla: ...No matter what we say, the dead will not return... But as long as I will live, I will remember that you... that Ostia... were honest and just...
Oswin: Ah, my good man. Have you reconsidered my proposition?
Dorcas: Oswin... Why did you... become a knight?
Oswin: Why, to protect good Ostia in this armor, of course! This cold steel protects not only my body, you know. It also protects my lord and my people! I became a knight to act as the very wall that protects our families.
Dorcas: I see...
Oswin: And so...
Dorcas: No... Forgive me, but I must decline. I respect your choice in life. But I fight to protect only one, not many. I do this for my wife, waiting for me in Pherae.
Oswin: I understand... You are her knight then, my good man. That is our loss, but the choice you make is solid. Well then, shall we be going? For those protected ones we hold dear!