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IPOLA: I see. I feel foolish saying this but I really wasn’t expecting that.
ZONN: How could you know what to expect?
IPOLA: How indeed? For twenty-five years you’ve been thirty years old to me, and still the same sellsword you used to be. And my lost people that were with you, I imagined them dead. All the freed slaves …
ZONN: What about the ones we freed in the war? Where did they wind up, in the end?
IPOLA: There’s a new tribe. The Snake Tribe. And I think they are one of the things I am proudest of.
ZONN: That’s wonderful.
IPOLA: They wrote their own rules, made their own traditions, just like you did. Zonn -
IPOLA: If your tribe won’t come, will you, at least?
ZONN: I … I can’t risk my life without their consent, Ipola. Of all people you should understand that.
IPOLA: I just did! And I did it because it was a chance worth taking. The stakes are our very existence. Sometimes, Zonn, a king trusts his own judgement, rather than the opinions of the people.
ZONN: Now wait. Just wait a moment …
IPOLA: It’s called “leadership.” And I -
ZONN: That’s not -
IPOLA: Zonn -
ZONN: Ipola -