Character: Roland

Roland answered: "The fiercely we will fight.
Don't let the Lord and Holy angels,
So I had defiled our land dear.
Shame and disgrace to me - not death.
Courage is what we Carl nice."

Imagine the unimaginable danger!

You should not have any kind of feelings for someone you will inevitably make bad, otherwise you will be bad too.

Cause my feelings is just me, you do not bear any responsibility for them.

For what sins you have this ability to bring in people such devotion?

- He's dead.
- I've been waiting for this!
- You waited for, when sir Hector will screw it to death?!

Adultery always made me disgusted - but not because of moral pedantry, not from a hypocritical sense of decency, not even because adultery is always theft, embezzlement body, but mainly because every woman in such moments betray the other person, each becomes a Delilah, vyryvaya have betrayed the secret of his strength or his weakness, to give it to the enemy. Betrayal seems to me not that woman given herself, but that, in my defense, she's with another tear the veil of shame; unsuspecting infidelity, sleeping she gives to ridicule sarcastic curiosity triumphant rival.

- You never let me down, right?
"Okay," nodded Roland. - Never and nothing.
But in the darkest depths of the heart he remembered the Tower and thought that it might not be so easy.