- Athelstan: I came here to talk to you.
- King Horik: King Ecbert sent you. You do his bidding. You are one of them.
- Athelstan: He offers you a chance for peace. He wants to talk of many things with you. Good things.
- King Horik: Yes, and then kill us.
- Athelstan: No, he will not, I swear. I know him.
- King Horik: You are his dog. You lick his fingers. You lick his arsehole.