Even if by doing so this humble King shall make you his captive? [ —he teases, pleased to find the suggestions of brightness in Julius' expression. It has always been there, regardless of time or place, that understated warmth which tempers Sion's own emotions, the sentiments which so flare brightly in their intensity. The love which Sion feels for his people, his country, this realm... it is a beacon of light vivid enough to captivate anyone; to grant him strength enough for the undertaking he must see through to fruition on a day which drifts closer and closer which each turn of this world toward its doom.

(He's glad, that Julius understands. His friend's quiet acceptance grants him strength, too.) ]

And if we are found, will you spirit me away from my none too pleased retainers?