- 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.