[The knight and the squire talk about the princess]:

KNIGHT: So it's the second time that the princess disappears, like the sun at dusk…

SQUIRE: There are many conflicts, wars; the vassals have formed a rebellion against their masters, for they are forbidden to eat bread, they feel themselves truly wronged because their work is sustaining the powerful and evildoers who pay them with pitiful salaries and don't give them protection, as the order of the cavalry promised...

KNIGHT: Dear squire, I don't know what will become of us in the next fearful conflicts. The mouth of the people when it revolts is like that of a dragon that burns up from the nostril! From within comes only the fury of the cries that in the noise of the flames generates the fuse of war!

SQUIRE: Well, I believe our work was light, because we've long journeys ahead of us and it will without any fight hopefully!