Le chevalier Tempête1967

Castellan:
I hope that one day I will have the honor of welcoming you to my camp.

Thoiras:
I look forward to it, Monsieur... as soon as it will be possible to-to wash off the dust of battle.

Castellan:
It would be a sacrilege to wash off that dust - it becomes you well, Monsieur. On you, it is a mantle of glory.

[Castellan and his entourage take their leave]

Thoiras:
[to Recci and Flins] He's right - glory, just like everything else, is reduced only to dust.