— Will your vengeance never end?
— It is not vengeance. I am at war with the King of France. Hoist the foresail! Make fast the outer jib! This King who cripples France with taxes, to wage wars that bleed his people dry. I am against galleys, against torture, against slavery and against despotism.
— Yes, but you are alone.
— No. I am simply the first.
Fate was cruel to let us see each other. The reason I fled without speaking was because one word would have awakened so many things which should be left alone. Your life is in the open. Mine, henceforth, in the shadows. I can offer you nothing now. Forget me. Soon, perhaps, you will find a new destiny. Do not refuse it, I beg you. Stay alive for us, for our children. I take with me a piece of eternity, your smile as you slept.
