Riq:

Anabelle curtseys. Be that as it may, you certainly have seemed to offended... which in my book at least is a huge credit to your favor. That man deserves whatever he gets! And, unfortunately, no... I met no brave soldier in the ballroom, none but you Monsieur. Elaina, do you not think it time we rejoin the circus? she gestures back to the ball. Then, a look of annoyance, at herself, comes to her face. Oh! You did not want Monsieur Knight to know you are Elaina DeChamps! I am so sorry...

Don't worry about that, my dear, Elaina sighs. It was just a fancy, a passing one, no doubt. It had to end eventually.
She picks herself up and nods to Riq.


You are coming? she asks.

Jacques:

Oh, don't worry about Thomas. He is loyal to me even beyond death, and attends to me always. I should think it would be of no concern, no problem. Having said this, he accompanies you to the chappel, where Guillaume, a long haired priest, and a somewhat overweight woman stand awkwardly before the doors.