Dragon Quest V Party Chat

This is a transcript of the Party Chat from Dragon Quest V: Hand of the Heavenly Bride.

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Bianca: Come on, let's go and explore! I can show you around so you don't go gettin' yourself lost, Hero.

Bianca: Mum still treats me like I'm just a little baby.

Bianca: I hope Dad gets better again soon.

Bianca: Your father looks so strong and powerful.

Bianca: You're a bit weedy compared to him. Maybe you'll get more like him as you grow up, though, eh?

Bianca: Ha ha! Did that little story give you a fright, Hero?

Bianca: It dun't scare me one bit. I've heard it so many times now that I just take it with a pinch of salt.

Bianca: Our place is an inn, so we've got quite a lot of crockery and the like. I dun't remember seein' anythin' silver, though.

Bianca: There's quite a few shops here in Roundbeck, y'know. Our inn's the biggest, though.

Bianca: He's got a blimmin' cheek, thinkin' we're out to cause trouble!

Bianca: Ha! What he dun't realise is that I know he falls asleep of a night. I've seen him!

Bianca: Those kids are always up to no good.

Bianca: You wun't believe what they did to me the othⓚⓛ Never mind. It's nothin'!

Bianca: Now I dun't have any choice but to go off ghostbustin'. Will you give me a hand, Hero?

Bianca: Really!? You're braver than you look! I never expected you to say yes.

Bianca: Oh, go on! I'll be with you, so you wun't come to any harm or nothin'. Let's go!

Bianca: I wonder if there really are ghosts there.

Bianca: We can't let those nasty brats get away with bullyin' that poor little cat!

Bianca: Hang in there just a bit longer, puss. We'll rescue you, dun't you worry.

Bianca: That's a funny old purr you've got goin' there, though!

Bianca: It's hard to imagine that old man was ever young, eh!?

Bianca: Kids aren't supposed to come in here, Hero! I suppose you couldn't have known that, though.

Bianca: I bet my mum would be just the same if I said I wanted a cat. Mums, eh!?

Bianca: It's a lot livelier than little old Whealbrook, eh? You look a bit surprised.

Bianca: You used to come 'round my house to play quite a lot when you were little. Don't you remember?

Bianca: This is the best room in the house. The view from here's amazin'.

Bianca: Mum planted a grapevine last year.

Bianca: When we get some grapes off it, I'll let you have a taste.

Bianca: You still a bit sleepy, Hero?

Bianca: You'd better get with it if we're off to Uptaten Towers on our ghostbustin' mission.

Bianca: I'm not sure I believe you. Unless you're sayin' you always look that dopey.

Bianca: This time we'll manage it. We'll sort them ghosts out and set that poor kitten free.

Bianca: Watch out, Hero! We'll be in trouble if you wake him up.

Bianca: I dun't think I'd be scared of a ghost if it was just standin' there cryin'.

Bianca: I hope Mum dun't catch Dad's cold, sleepin' that close and all.

Bianca: We've had cold weather for ages now. It's no surprise Dad got ill with it.

Bianca: Fancy thinkin' we're ghosts! Charmin'!

Bianca: I knew he'd be asleep. Looks like we can leave. I'm a little bit nervous now, though.

Bianca: It's hard to imagine that old man was ever young, eh!?

Bianca: Oops. Looks like we're in trouble. But it's not like we were up to no good or nothin'.

Bianca: Looks like it's not a good idea for kids to go in a pub of a night after all.

Bianca: I know! We should come back here again one day when we're all grown up, Hero!

Bianca: We'll do it! And that's a promise.

Bianca: I understand what he's gettin' at. The glass you drink from can be just as important as the drink itself.

Bianca: I wonder why grown-ups act so funny when they've bin drinkin'. I dun't get it.

Bianca: Are you okay, Hero? Maybe we should've bin a bit more careful, eh?

Bianca: We'd better try and take it a bit more slowly this time.

Bianca: I've never snuck out of town like this before. It's well excitin'!

Bianca: We saved the cat and we helped those nice people at the castle, so it was worth all the effort.

Bianca: Ha! So he dun't think I'm a wimp any more.

Bianca: I wun't too sure if I'd manage it either! I doubt I could've done it without you, Hero.

Bianca: Saber seems pretty happy. I hope he likes his new name.

Bianca: That guard always falls asleep of a night, so he can't stop us goin' out. You've seen it for yourself now, eh, Hero?

Bianca: I'm startin' to feel a bit weird havin' all this praise lumped on me.

Bianca: She must have blimmin' good ears to be able to hear cries from the castle at this distance!

Bianca: I thought I'd really be for it, but Mum dun't seem all that angry.

Bianca: I bet it's because you were there with me, Hero.

Bianca: You're pretty brave considerin' you're two years younger than me and all that.

Bianca: I reckon havin' you along helped me to be that bit braver as well.

Bianca: Looks like you'll be goin' back to Whealbrook once you've said your goodbyes, eh?

Bianca: Um... Never mind. You'd better get around and tell everyone you're off.

Bianca: You should take %a001210 along with you, Hero. Make sure you give him a stroke from me every now and then.

Bianca: That's all that old bloke ever says. We must really remind him of how he used to be.

Bianca: All we were tryin' to do was save %a001210. You wouldn't have thought it'd cause such a fuss.

Bianca: It's good that your dad's got over his cold already.

Bianca: But I wish it didn't mean you have to go home today. We've bin havin' a good laugh together, you and me.

Bianca: It's a little bit odd-lookin', but it's still quite cute as cats go.

Bianca: I wonder why there are so many gravestones here at the entrance to the castle.

Bianca: I dun't much like the look of this.

Bianca: That's weird! Last thing I knew, we were stayin' at the inn inside the castle.

Bianca: So how did we end up outside? I dun't like this one bit!

Bianca: It dun't look like we're goin' to get that door open. This castle's fallin' to bits. I s'pose no one comes here no more.

Bianca: I've got a horrible cold feelin' up and down my spine. You be careful, okay, Hero?

Bianca: Keep your eyes peeled, okay, Hero? I've got a nasty feelin' about this place.

Bianca: .........!

Bianca: I was a bit scared for a while back there, but it's all just show, I reckon.

Bianca: Nothin' can frighten me now!

Bianca: I wonder if she used to be the head of the castle. Shall we try goin' down those stairs?

Bianca: That poor woman. Fancy still havin' to suffer even after you're dead!

Bianca: Come on, Hero! Let's get to work. We came here to get rid of ghosts, after all.

Bianca: Yikes! That was a bit of a shock! The lightning's so strong all of a sudden.

Bianca: I wonder if that fella who just disappeared was the king or suchlike of this place.

Bianca: Why do the both of them keep disappearin' rather than just comin' out with whatever it is they want to say?

Bianca: Those must be the folk who are made to keep dancin'. The poor things. They look exhausted.

Bianca: Where's this king fella off to!?

Bianca: He's a bit of a pushy one, eh? Still, we can agree to what he wants because that's the reason we're here anyway.

Bianca: I s'pose the Count's tryin' to help us out as much as he can. That's good.

Bianca: Shall we head on down to the kitchen and get that torch then, Hero?

Bianca: I s'pose it's time then. It's a bit scary, but I'm sure we can do it, Hero.

Bianca: I was a bit frightened at first, but when I saw the Count and Countess, it wasn't all that scary.

Bianca: And this room's so full of people that it sort of feels nice and lively, not spooky at all!

Bianca: Still, it is a bit weird when you think we're the only ones here who are actually alive. Hm, maybe it is a bit scary, after all!

Bianca: What's so scary about these spirits of Nadiria? I don't really get what he's on about.

Bianca: I wonder why there are some human ghosts and some non-human ghosts too.

Bianca: Maybe they lost their bodies somehow, so they can't go back to how they used to look.

Bianca: What nasty creatures!

Bianca: I never imagined skeletons could get hungry. I wonder what happens to the stuff they eat.

Bianca: What d'you suppose skeletons like to eat, anyway? Nah! Maybe it's best not to know.

Bianca: They don't seem to be able to see us. I suppose skeletons must be blind.

Bianca: That poor girl. They've probably bin makin' her dance like that for years now.

Bianca: I wonder if this %a000100 is part of the tea set.

Bianca: It's as dirty as anything, though. The Count and Countess would be really sad if they saw it in this state.

Bianca: It must be horrible wantin' to sleep but not bein' able to.

Bianca: I want to sort these ghosts out and then get off to bed myself, to be honest. Best get crackin'!

Bianca: The door's open! I didn't much like the feel of that warm breeze just then, mind.

Bianca: There's somethin' too weird about this. I dun't like the idea of stayin' the night with a dead spirit!

Bianca: I heard somethin' about there bein' treasure here too. Looks like it was just a rumour. Oh well.

Bianca: Crikey! What a smell! Come on, Hero. Let's get out of here!

Bianca: I feel a bit sorry for the special ingredient, havin' to be smothered in that stinky sauce!

Bianca: Now we'll be able to find our way in the dark. Thanks, Count Uptaten!

Bianca: Make sure you dun't burn yourself, Hero.

Bianca: It's a million times easier to walk about the place now. Ouch! That's hot! Have a care, Hero!

Bianca: Phew! That was a close one. That smelly sauce has made me stink, mind you!

Bianca: I didn't expect that hole to be there, did you?

Bianca: Looks like we put that cook's mind at ease, anyway.

Bianca: Now we just have to sort out the boss man. Come on, Hero!

Bianca: That really is a pretty ball. It's like a huge jewel or somethin'!

Bianca: I wonder if the ghosts came here and ransacked the place because they were tryin' to find it.

Bianca: That's weird! Our clothes are all nice and clean again!

Bianca: The Count and Countess must've got rid of the nasty sauce stains for us somehow. That's handy!

Bianca: I dun't like it here. It's dark and creepy. I reckon there are ghosts about.

Bianca: But we have to stick it out for the sake of that poor cat. Come on, Hero. Let's keep goin'.

Bianca: The creepy feelin' about this place has suddenly gone now the ghosts are defeated.

Bianca: It's like everythin' about the place has changed, even the air!

Bianca: Looks like it'll be mornin' soon. We'd best get back to Roundbeck.

Bianca: We can't seem to get out of here now. B-But I'm sure we'll be okay if we keep goin' forwards!

Bianca: I thought it'd be too dark to get anywhere, but we should be fine now. On we go, Hero.

Bianca: I wonder what made the ghosts come and live here in the first place.

Bianca: What is it about this castle that attracted them, d'you suppose?

Bianca: Now everyone's bin able to get off to sleep nice and peacefully. It's great to have done a good deed like that.

Bianca: This room's enormous. Just look at the height of the ceilin'!

Bianca: I'll bet they had some amazin' balls and parties here in the past.

Bianca: You've bin a bit quiet, Hero. Are you wishin' you hadn't come?

Bianca: I know how you feel. But try not to worry. I won't let anythin' bad happen, I promise.

Bianca: You're probably a bit nervous, eh? But try not to worry. We'll be fine. Come on!

Bianca: It's so dark in here! Make sure you dun't bang into the walls, eh, Hero?

Bianca: I think there's somethin' there, Hero. But I doubt it'll hurt us. We can probably just ignore it, right?

Bianca: It's finally time for our ghost-bustin', eh? Are you ready for this?

Bianca: Then let's go! We can do this!

Bianca: Why en't you ready? D'you need to go to the toilet or somethin'!?

Bianca: Honestly! Just go over there and hurry up with it!

Bianca: Let's go get the boss man! He'll pay for all this!

Bianca: Those were weird ghosts, eh? I wonder if they were the spirits of Nadiria.

Bianca: This castle's enormous! I dun't know how anyone could find their way around.

Bianca: I can't really tell the difference between ghosts and monsters and spirits. They're all the same to me.

Bianca: This must be the kitchen. Let's find that torch.

Bianca: Let's go. I know you're probably wonderin' about the food, but we need to get that ghost before we do anythin'.

Bianca: I dun't think I've ever seen so much dust. I wonder how long it's bin since this place had a good clean.

Bianca: What's wrong, Hero? Are you scared?

Bianca: Just keep thinkin' about that cat. You want to help it, right?

Bianca: Ha ha! You're braver than you look, Hero. I'm impressed!

Bianca: Looks like the monsters have all gone now. That's good news.

Bianca: It'll be mornin' soon. We'd better get back to Roundbeck.

Bianca: The Whealbrook guard has a snooze at night-time, dun't he?

Bianca: Still, he's there blockin' the village entrance even so. I'd say that puts him above the fella at Roundbeck.

Bianca: En't we supposed to be gettin' over to Uptaten Towers for a spot of ghostbustin', Hero?

Bianca: Then what are we doin' here in Whealbrook? You don't have much sense of direction, eh?

Bianca: We're done with the ghostbustin' now, and it'll be mornin' soon. We should hurry up and get back to Roundbeck.

Bianca: Dun't you think we'd better get a move on with our ghostbustin'?

Bianca: We'll be in trouble if the grown-ups wake up and spot us here.

Bianca: What are you doin', Hero!? What's the point in speakin' to folk when they're asleep, eh?

Bianca: No way! I can't believe we made it this far all on our own!

Bianca: What am I sayin'!? We shouldn't be standin' 'round here pattin' ourselves on the back. We need to get over to Uptaten Towers!

Bianca: I've come over all sleepy all of a sudden. Can we go back to Roundbeck now?

Bianca: This fella's doin' a good job of standin' guard, eh? He's not sleepin' on the job even though it's night-time.

Bianca: It's great fun bein' able to wander about outside the village like this, eh?

Bianca: I'm well impressed that we've made it this far, though. We've come a long way, you and me.

Bianca: Aren't you feelin' tired, Hero? I'm ready to go back to Roundbeck myself.

Bianca: What are you up to, Hero? We've done our ghostbustin', so it's time we got off home.

Bianca: People say you run into monsters if you wander about outside of town, dun't they?

Bianca: Still, we got to go and sort out those ghosts at Uptaten Towers, so it's no good worryin' ourselves about that.

Bianca: You and your old man Pankraz have bin travellin' about together for a good long while now, haven't you, Hero?

Bianca: You're so lucky. The only place I've ever bin is borin' old Whealbrook.

Bianca: This ghostbustin' trip will be the furthest I've travelled, y'know.

Bianca: Let's hurry up and sort them ghosts out so we can save that poor cat!

Bianca: Maybe we've gone and agreed to somethin' a bit too tricky. I hope we'll be able to save that poor little cat.

Bianca: We did it! We're the bee's knees, you and me!

Bianca: I won't get a wink of sleep tonight now!

Bianca: I can hardly wait for mornin' to roll around. It'll be wonderful to get that poor cat away from them horrible boys.

Honey: It wasn't a dream, you know. Faeries are real! And so is Faerie Lea, and everything else in the Realm of the Faeries.

Honey: I mean, you're talking to me now, aren't you? So it couldn't have been a dream, could it?

Honey: Your dad looks really tough. Yes, he's the kind of human I was hoping to find to help us.

Honey: Oops-a-daisy! I didn't mean I'm not happy with you. I am. Honest! Tee hee hee!

Honey: I bet you'll grow up to be a great man too, Hero. Just like your father.

Honey: I mean, you got the Herald of Spring back for us. That's amazing!

Honey: No one else would understand, even if you told them all about me and the other faeries.

Honey: It'd better be our little secret. Just between you and me. Tee hee! It'll be fun, won't it?

Honey: It is a little bit chilly here, I suppose. But compared to where I come from, it's like an oven.

Honey: I'm sorry. I've put you in danger, and you're just a boy too.

Honey: If only grown-up humans could see me as well. Then I wouldn't have had to ask you to help us.

Honey: All the grown-ups just see you as a normal little boy, don't they? Well never judge a book by its cover! That's what we faeries say.

Honey: If winter never ends, everything'll be frozen by the ice, and no one will have anything to eat.

Honey: We have to get the flute back! We need the Herald of Spring to bring an end to the freezing winter.

Honey: Now you can grow your vegetables again. Those sweet potatoes you humans eat are yummy. I'll sneak back and have some more sometime!

Honey: Your village has such a warm atmosphere, Hero. Not the temperature, silly! I mean all the nice people.

Honey: It's true. If you were a bit older, things wouldn't be so difficult for me, either.

Honey: Oops! I, I didn't mean that. I mean... Tee hee hee hee!

Honey: That old man's a silly billy! What does he know?

Honey: You'd be a great help to your father, if only he'd let you.

Honey: That young man looked like... No, it can't be...

Honey: He had a strange look in his eyes, didn't he? Just like you...

Honey: I didn't want to ask you to help us. I don't like putting you in danger. But I had no choice.

Honey: The danger's passed now. Come on, let's go and tell Treacle the good news!

Honey: You've been moving from place to place your whole life, haven't you? That's why you're so used to travelling.

Honey: It wasn't me! Not this time.

Honey: Tee hee hee! He's worse than me, that old man with his tricks!

Honey: Hee hee! He's really puzzled! Well I wrote it, so I get to rub it out. That's fair, isn't it?

Honey: You see, I'm really quite a good little faerie. That's why Treacle chose me.

Honey: Someone's after your father? Oh no! I suppose we faeries aren't the only ones with problems.

Honey: You'll help protect your father. I know you will. And I'll be looking out for you both too.

Honey: The legendary hero? But...he's not real, is he? I mean, a legend's a legend, isn't it?

Honey: If your father really was a king, that would make you a prince!

Honey: So, Prince Hero! I, Honey the faerie, humbly request your assistance to save my homeland. ...Tee hee hee!

Honey: If your father really was a king, that would make you a prince!

Honey: Well, Prince Hero! One is most honoured to have been assisted by Your Royal Highliness! ...Tee hee hee!

Honey: That's exactly what I think too! When you look at me, I feel all fuzzy and warm inside!

Honey: And you can see me. You've definitely got better eyes than all the other humans!

Honey: There's a lovely warm atmosphere in this little town.

Honey: You're ready to go back to the Realm of the Faeries now? Alright then, better prepare for battle!

Honey: Let's go back to Faerie Lea, then. Treacle will be over the moon!

Honey: Actually, this is where I first met you, isn't it, Hero?

Honey: I was at such a loss because no one could see me that I started to sing at the top of my voice.

Honey: And then you spoke to me. I was so happy, I could have burst!

Honey: So some of you humans live in little caves like this? I thought only the dwarfs did that. You're a funny lot.

Honey: Tee hee! Maybe we overdid it a bit.

Honey: You're only young. I shouldn't push you so hard...

Honey: No one would believe we beat the Winter Queen before, getting wiped out like that! Must've been a lapse of concentration, I suppose.

Honey: Anyway, Treacle's expecting us. I can't wait to see her face when we take her the Herald of Spring!

Honey: I hope we'll make a good team, Hero!

Honey: I knew it. Treacle's not sure about you because you're so young.

Honey: That's why she wants me to go along with you: to make sure nothing happens to you.

Honey: It's true that we faeries aren't very strong, but we're amazing at magic. You can leave all the healing and support spells to me!

Honey: Maybe the world really will freeze over completely if we can't get the Herald of Spring back...

Honey: None of us faeries knows what's going on inside the Winter Palace, you see.

Honey: What's wrong with everyone!? You'll make a great warrior, they'll see. Come on! We need to head out into the cold...

Honey: Oh, yes! The spring in Faerie Lea is wonderful! Blossom covers everything. Even the air takes on a sweet, pink tinge.

Honey: Well I think Treacle's right. Why shouldn't we all live together? That faerie's called Butterscotch, but we call her Bitterscotch! Tee hee hee!

Honey: I'm sure faeries and humans and monsters can all live together if we all try really hard!

Honey: That slime always used to say, 'I'm not a bad slime, you know!' And it's true. It left all its bad monster instincts behind.

Honey: It was just wandering about on its own when Treacle invited it to live in Faerie Lea.

Honey: What!? That little kitten's a great sabrecat!?

Honey: Heⓚⓛ Hee hee! O-Of course it is! I knew that. That's how I knew you were special just as soon as I met you.

Honey: Ⓠ When you're cold and blue, Ⓠ You need a bath 'n' shampoo Ⓡ Tee hee hee! I wish I could get in too!

Honey: The last village elder was really strict. You could get in trouble for anything. Even if you upset the peace just a teeny-weeny bit.

Honey: He only passed away recently. So Treacle's only been village elder for a little while, you see.

Honey: There are quite a few dwarfs living here in Faerie Lea, you know. They're merchants, mostly. And artisans too.

Honey: It still feels good to come home, even though things aren't quite right here.

Honey: That's unforgivable, thinking so sourly about Treacle! Dwight's mean! ...Er, who is this Dwight dwarf anyway?

Honey: Unforgivable, thinking so sourly about Treacle!

Honey: That old dwarf's been living here all this time because he was thrown out of Faerie Lea.

Honey: What Dwight's done is unforgivable, but I do feel sorry for the old dwarf. So I suppose I can understand why Dwight did what he did.

Honey: I don't trust that slime. It came out with 'I'm not a bad slime' before we'd even said anything. And who is this Dwight, anyway?

Honey: That man talks funny. I don't trust him. If you ask me, I think he's looking for 'Lots about Locks' to help him steal things.

Honey: Come on! We've got to find it first!

Honey: We never used to have people like him in our world.

Honey: Maybe it's a sign of bad things to come. I suppose that's why the old village elder was so strict.

Honey: Tee hee hee! 'Lots about Locks' for me! Ⓡ I can't believe you told him you'd already found it!

Honey: He looked so scary. You're really brave, Hero.

Honey: Yippee! Now we can open locked doors all over the place!

Honey: But no peeking behind doors you shouldn't be peeking behind! Tee hee! Tee hee hee!

Honey: Wowee! It really works! You really can open locked doors now!

Honey: Tee hee hee! It makes you think of all sorts of cheeky tricks and naughty things we could get up to! No wonder the village elder was worried.

Honey: I never knew there was a cave here before.

Honey: I wonder how far it goes down...

Honey: This is my first time in a cave. In fact, I've hardly been outside Faerie Lea at all until now...

Honey: If I'd come here on my own, I don't know if I'd have found my way out again.

Honey: It's a bit embarrassing actually, but...well... Hee hee hee! My sense of direction is abysmal. It's lucky I came with you.

Honey: This place is yucky. It's dark and wet and infested with monsters and yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yucky!

Honey: And that old dwarf's had to live in here all this time. Tee hee heⓚⓛ Oops! I mean, poor thing!

Honey: I'd never been in a cave until now. I thought it'd be really exciting and fun, but I'm bored.

Honey: I'm so bored I could die! I don't know how you put up with it, Hero.

Honey: Do you think that Dwight boy is really sorry for what he did? I'm not so sure...

Honey: That slime said it was Dwight right from the start, didn't it?

Honey: I knew it was telling the truth all along. Tee hee hee!

Honey: You see!? That Dwight boy's not sorry at all!

Honey: He's just a troublemaker if you ask me.

Honey: Er... Hero... Treacle wants the Herald of Spring back as soon as possible.

Honey: Hello? Can you hear me? No more side trips, okay?

Honey: You're teasing me, aren't you? You know I hate caves. Tee hee hee! You're worse than me, Hero!

Honey: It's locked, just like everyone said. Weren't you listening, Hero?

Honey: Hey! Didn't someone tell us about a dwarf who was thrown out of Faerie Lea for writing a book called 'Lots about Locks' or something...?

Honey: Sweet! We're in! But now it gets scary!

Honey: We've no idea what's waiting in here. Better tread gingerbreadly... Tee hee hee!

Honey: Unbelievable! The White Dwarⓚⓛ I mean, Dwight, just left without so much as a sorry!

Honey: Come on! Time to get the Herald of Spring at last!

Honey: This p-palace is so b-beautiful, but so c-c-cold! Brrr...

Honey: If it was summer, a cool place like this would be yummy. But in winter it's yucky!

Honey: You can't underestimate anyone, you see. Even a child. But we'll beat that Dwight dwarf next time!

Honey: Tee hee hee! You are a warrior, see. I was right! I knew it all along!

Honey: We better not let Treacle down. She's probably watching us even now...

Honey: Hey, wait a minute! We can't leave without the Herald of Spring.

Honey: Yippee! Now we can summon springtime at last!

Honey: But we can't relax just yet. This adventure's not over till we make it home!

Honey: Ow, ow, ow, ouch! Ouch! I hate this place! Who puts holes in the middle of such a slippery floor anyway!?

Honey: Hee hee! You can't stop where you think, can you? We need to think about this a bit...

Honey: Erm... First we move to there... Then to there... And then...erm...to...err... Tee hee! Got you! I haven't got a clue, silly!

Honey: I, I'm a bit amazed too. I wasn't really sure you'd be able to get it back either, Hero. Sorry. Hee hee hee!

Honey: I wonder too... A bit! But who cares now!? Ⓠ We beat the Winter Queen, ner-nee ner-nee ner ner! Ⓡ

Honey: If it got really, really cold, do you think a slime might stop wobbling about and go all hard like a stone?

Honey: Tee hee hee! That'd be fun! I wish we could try it.

Honey: 'Even bigger problems'? What a cheek! We should all be yahooing now, not boohooing!

Honey: You are brave, it's true. And strong. And clever. And nice. And, and, and... Are all humans like you?

Honey: This is our world, where all the faeries live. You come from the human world. And then there's the underworld, where the monsters live.

Honey: What? Where is the underworld? Well, er......it's, er......I... It's...underneath us! Yes, that's where it is!

Honey: (gulp) I knew it. Treacle's been watching us the whole time.

Honey: I didn't do anything silly, did I? Or say anything bad? Oh, no. I bet I'm in trouble...

Honey: I'm sorry, Hero. Some faeries don't like humans very much.

Honey: But I'm sure they'll all feel differently now that you've saved the day!

Honey: I can't wait for spring! I want to watch all the pretty blossoms dancing around me in the warm breeze!

Honey: Only Treacle can summon spring. She has to blow the Herald of Spring herself.

Honey: At the first sweet sound of the flute, spring will burst into life!

Honey: We can't keep the Herald of Spring forever, silly! We've got to give it to Treacle.

Honey: The snow goes on and on forever, you know. But really, it should be spring by now. All the pretty flowers should be bursting into life...

Honey: You're very quiet, aren't you? Do you miss your home already?

Honey: I wonder if we'll manage to get the Herald of Spring back. I mean, you're only small, aren't you? Tee hee hee!

Honey: I wonder why Treacle asked me to accompany you... I suppose she wants me to keep an eye on you.

Honey: You're just a boy after all. You need someone a bit older to make sure you don't get into trouble. ...That's me!

Honey: There's something special about you. I'm sure of it. We faeries are never wrong about things like that, you know. Never.

Honey: It's always cold in winter, but never this cold. Something's not right...

Honey: This is the first time I've ever been exploring like this, so I'm feeling a little bit nervous.

Honey: I know it's still freezing cold, but inside I feel like spring already! Yippee!

Honey: You really are amazing! I bet that inside you're just full to the brim of special magic bits and bobs!

Honey: Treacle will be waiting for us. We must get back to Faerie Lea.

Pankraz: I'm sorry I left you behind at the castle before. I was just so worried about Prince Harry.

Pankraz: I'll take the rear this time, so you don't need to worry about keeping up with me.

Pankraz: Why would they kidnap the Prince? If it was just for ransom money, I'd be less concerned, but I'm not so sure...

Pankraz: I fear for Prince Harry's life. We can't afford to waste any time!

Pankraz: I'm sorry, Hero. I was so focused on finding Prince Harry, I wasn't paying enough attention to you.

Pankraz: But in times of crisis like this, I need you to look after yourself. You can do that for me, can't you, Hero?

Pankraz: A monster too? Hm, I don't like the sound of this. We must find the Prince at once.

Pankraz: Argh! The barefacedness of these thugs! If we had more time, I'd teach them a lesson right now.

Pankraz: But we must find Prince Harry first. Come on, Hero, you lead the way!

Pankraz: I knew it! The Queen Consort was involved!

Pankraz: The King was right to be worried. But what a way for his fears to be realised!

Pankraz: Oh, yes. I've been meaning to ask you about that young man you were talking to in Whealbrook before we left for Coburg.

Pankraz: When I spoke to him, he asked how our travels were going. I felt like I recognised him, but I just can't put a name to his face.

Pankraz: I'm worried about Prince Harry. There's no time to talk. Just keep moving.

Prince Harry: I... I don't like this place...

Prince Harry: I wonder if... I wonder if your father will be alright?

Prince Harry: Your father was right. I suppose I ought to speak with Father when I get back to Coburg.

Harry: I forgot to tell you, but I found this T 'n' T ticket during the time I was a slave.

Harry: I would've thrown it away in the blink of an eye back in the old days!

Harry: But you hang on to any little scrap of anything you come by when you have so little.

Harry: I'm right behind you too, Hero! We'll do this together!

Harry: It looks like Maria really is going to stay on here.

Harry: What!? Why are you looking at me like that, Hero? You must feel a little sad about it too, right?

Harry: We'll just have to hope we'll have the chance to meet up with her again one day.

Harry: How can you be so cold? Oh well, it's no skin off my nose.

Harry: Fortuna? I don't think I've ever heard of such a town before.

Harry: Just walking back through the gate of this place makes me feel more relaxed.

Harry: I wonder how Maria's getting along. Shall we pop inside and see her?

Harry: Did you bring me here to make me feel better, Hero?

Harry: You didn't have to, really you didn't. But thank you.

Harry: That's quite an impressive statue!

Harry: We should keep it with us all the time. It probably has divine powers.

Harry: It's hard to imagine either of us as good husbands when you think we were both slaves until just recently!

Harry: But we know what it feels like to be miserable because of someone else's violence, so at least we'll never be like her brute of a husband.

Harry: We know more about suffering than most, that's for sure. It's been a rocky ride for us so far.

Harry: Huh... Now we have even more worry and sadness to be burdened with.

Harry: I wonder why Maria seems so lonely. Maybe it's because I'm not around.

Harry: Er, no, I'm sure that's not it. If only it was, though...

Harry: I hope Joshua didn't get into trouble for helping us to escape.

Harry: I just wish there was something we could do. Argh! I feel so helpless!

Harry: As long as I have a bed to sleep in, I'm happy. We've got another long day ahead of us, Hero!

Harry: I feel much better after that rest. Thanks, Hero.

Harry: To tell you the truth, I'm still not quite used to sleeping in a bed again. I suppose it's because I was a slave for such a long time.

Harry: You don't need to worry about me, Hero. Let's move on.

Harry: The Order of Zugzwang was so odd, kidnapping rich and high-class children like that.

Harry: Children are too weak to be of any use, so what's the point? Maybe it's because they're easier to influence.

Harry: I didn't realise rich girls came here to do domestic goddess training of all things! It sounds like a terrible bind.

Harry: Did you bring me here to make me feel better, Hero?

Harry: You didn't have to, really you didn't. But thank you.

Harry: I wish I was a cat. Then Maria and I could beⓚⓛ Er! Never mind!

Harry: How wonderful it must be to be a cat. They never have anything to worry about.

Harry: After all we've been through, being able to sleep in a comfortable bed is pure bliss. Here's to another fruitful day, Hero!

Harry: I feel much better after that rest. Thanks, Hero.

Harry: Why don't we stay here for the night? It's late now, and this is where Maria is. Let's stay!

Harry: You don't need to worry about me, Hero. Let's move on.

Harry: You know... Maria is the first woman I've ever met who I can truly say is both beautiful and kind-hearted.

Harry: She's so warm and friendly. She reminds me of my mother, who died when I was just a small boy.

Harry: Hm? You have a childhood friend like that?

Harry: You lucky thing! You'll have to introduce me to her one day. Don't forget now, will you?

Harry: You know... Maria is the first woman I've ever met who I can truly say is both beautiful and kind-hearted.

Harry: She's so warm and friendly. She reminds me of my mother, who died when I was just a small boy.

Harry: You've got a childhood friend like her, you said. Bianca, wasn't it?

Harry: I hope you get to see her again one day.

Harry: Maria's face is red?

Harry: Maybe she's gone and caught a cold from staying up too late. Oh dear! I do hope she's alright!

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Harry: Phew! What a lively place! Just looking at everyone running around makes me dizzy.

Harry: I know the state of Whealbrook's come as a bit of a shock to you. It has to me too, as it happens.

Harry: But now we're here, we should make the most of it and have some fun, don't you think?

Maria: What a vibrant town! Busy places can be so uplifting. But we mustn't let ourselves be distracted now.

Harry: Absolutely! We must stay focused, Hero. No slipping off to have fun!

Harry: 'Land of hope and glory'? I don't really have any particular hopes at the moment, as far as I know.

Harry: Oh, come on! Don't look like that. There's nothing too pressing we need to do right now. Loosen up!

Harry: Well, what I'm hoping for right now is to restore Coburg to its former glory.

Harry: He lost? At what? I wonder what kind of things go on in this town.

Harry: I wouldn't mind having some fun at the casino myself.

Harry: But no! We can't, can we? We have things to do. The casino's going to have to wait until next time.

Harry: It's as big as a castle town. I bet it's pretty lively of a night.

Harry: It's a fine thing for a person to have dreams and ambitions. Mind you, I don't need to tell you that, do I?

Harry: Yes, I think I need a dream. Perhaps I'll come across something with all this travelling I'm doing now.

Maria: That young girl was so full of spirit and energy. I think I might be a bit jealous.

Harry: A shop selling unusual items that's only open at night?

Harry: They must have some interesting things in stock. We should definitely pay it a visit this evening!

Harry: What kind of things do you think they might have for sale?

Harry: We'd better go and find out this evening, Hero!

Harry: Ha ha hah! Just look at the envy in his eyes!

Harry: There's nothing better than having something no one else can have, is there?

Maria: His wife must love him very much to be so worried about him going out at night.

Harry: What!? 'Mister'? I'm not a 'mister' yet, am I? I'm not that old, surely!

Maria: He's just a little boy. In his eyes, you probably are. But you shouldn't let a little boy's ideas worry you.

Harry: 'Mister'...? 'Mister'!? 'Mister'?

Maria: Oh, Harry. Don't let it upset you.

Harry: 'No passage without purchase'? It does look like a great short cut, though, doesn't it?

Harry: Hmm... 'Curiosity Shop'? It does sound a bit fishy, doesn't it? Do you think we're really going to want to know what it sells?

Harry: What on earth could it be? 'The only one of its kind'...?

Maria: I've heard a rumour about this. People say it's some kind of decoration, something really extraordinary.

Harry: If the residents of Fortuna themselves think it's a weird shop, it must be really weird.

Harry: Well, if there's a place as lively as this, there must be somewhere else that's the opposite extreme.

Harry: I wonder what's happened to Coburg while I've been away. Mind you, I suppose it's nothing to do with me any more, is it?

Harry: ............ Harry: bites his lip and hangs his head.

Maria: Oh, Harry, don't feel bad.

Harry: There are certainly some really useful spells to be learnt, aren't there?

Harry: A castle town in the north-east? Well, it can't be Coburg. Coburg's a respectable place. There's certainly nothing scary about Coburg.

Harry: I'm afraid she's right. They'd be very wise to stay away from Coburg at the moment.

Harry: Right... I suppose we are old enough to drink now, aren't we?

Harry: I'll tell you something, I don't mind not being able to go back to that Zugzwang shrine. Talk about a living hell!

Maria: Family is a wonderful thing. You know, having people around you who'll always care for you. I, I wonder if I'll ever see Joshua again...

Harry: Don't worry, Maria, I'm sure your brother's fine.

Harry: What sort of lazy cowboy sleeps like that in the middle of the day?

Harry: Ah, it's the owner of the Old Curiosity Shop! I thought he was a rich businessman running the place for a bit of fun, but now I'm not so sure...

Harry: Time marches on? It certainly didn't feel like it during all those years of slavery.

Harry: But it's rather strange, you know. When I look back on it now, it does almost seem like it was over in a flash.

Harry: Well, anyone could have told you that, couldn't they? Fortune-teller or no fortune-teller.

Harry: D-Do you really think it's possible to befriend monsters?

Harry: It'd be absolutely incredible if it was. We need to try this out at once!

Harry: A bunny girl? Do you think Monty makes her wear that? As a uniform, I mean. Uurgh... I shudder to think!

Harry: It's hard to turn a blind eye when you see people confined in such tiny cells.

Harry: I mean, it's a bit of a shame, isn't it?

Harry: He used to kidnap people!? Y-You don't think he's one of the thugs who took me from the castle all those years ago, do you?

Harry: Unbelievable! And to think I almost felt sorry for the people in these cells! He can stay in here for life as far as I'm concerned.

Harry: Wow! So this is what a casino looks like! And look at that! There's even a stage where they put on acts.

Harry: All the lights are so dazzling, they're making my eyes go funny.

Harry: Do you get the feeling we stick out like a couple of sore thumbs here, Hero?

Harry: Yes, so do I. I mean, it's a far cry from a life of slavery, isn't it?

Harry: No? I suppose you're right. We're not slaves any more. It's our right to enjoy the casino if we want to!

Harry: Ready to have some fun?

Harry: Exactly! Ex-slaves like us have got nothing to lose, have we? Let's go nuts!

Harry: What? A lackey never disagrees with his master, understand?

Harry: Don't get the wrong idea, Maria. I'm not the one who brought you here. It was Hero.

Maria: It looks like a lot of fun. Why don't we enjoy ourselves for a while? Just don't lose track of time!

Harry: Leftover gold, he says? That sounds like a useful piece of advice from an old hand, if you ask me.

Harry: Lose! Lose! Go on, lose!

Maria: Oh, I hope he wins!

Harry: Phew! That's a bit scary, isn't it? Better not let anything like that happen to us.

Harry: It's the first time I've ever seen theatre performed. It's pretty good, isn't it?

Harry: Did you hear that, Hero? We've got to go for it, he said!

Harry: Only, we're a bit tied up with more important things at the moment. We'd better push on.

Harry: He could be right, but I can well imagine us running out of tokens before that happens!

Harry: I suppose that's one way of looking at things, but I don't intend on being laid out in the family crypt until I've done everything I possibly can.

Harry: It sounds like he enjoys watching people getting fired up over their bets. Not the most admirable of occupations.

Harry: Legends are legends, if you ask me. I sincerely doubt there's any such person as the legendary hero.

Harry: Then I'll put down a thousand G that says he doesn't! H-Hey! I was only joking! Don't look at me like that. You're scaring me.

Harry: Wow! Being so close to the performers gives the whole show an electric feel.

Maria: It's such a romantic play! Do... Do you think we're allowed up on the stage?

Harry: These people are fantastic! Maybe this could be my dream: to become an actor!

Harry: O Maria! ⓚⓛ How did it go again? ⓚⓛ Though you are blind, and cannot see, I will wear my heart to show how much I do love thee!

Maria: Stop it, Harry! You're embarrassing me!

Harry: I wouldn't dream of peeking, but I can't make any promises about Hero here, ladies! He's the one to watch out for!

Harry: So those actors travel around, do they? I don't imagine that makes for an easy life in these troubled times.

Harry: Ch-Changing!? I can't look! I'd never be able to forgive myself!

Harry: Behave yourself now, Hero! Remember that Maria's with us.

Harry: The slurpodrome's a great idea. It's fantastic if you just want to forget everything and relax.

Harry: It's true. Slimes don't think like us, that's why. In fact, they don't think at all. It's all just mush behind those big eyes of theirs, you know.

Maria: This little slime's so cute. There's not a nasty bone in its body. I mean... Well, you know what I mean.

Maria: It's a miracle! I don't think I've ever met a slime that could talk before.

Harry: This town never ceases to amaze, does it? There's Treasures and Trapdoors here as well as a casino!

Harry: We're in danger of forgetting what we're travelling for. And how long we've spent here.

Harry: Wouldn't it be great if you could roll the exact number you wanted every time?

Harry: Argh! I hate being laughed at! Come on, Hero. We've got to have another bash.

Harry: I wouldn't mind having as much time on my hands as he seems to have.

Harry: Phew! What a lively place! Just looking at everyone running around makes me dizzy.

Harry: I know the state of Whealbrook's come as a bit of a shock to you. It has to me too, as it happens.

Harry: But now we're here, we should make the most of it and have some fun, don't you think?

Maria: What a vibrant town! Busy places can be so uplifting. But we mustn't let ourselves be distracted now.

Harry: Absolutely! We must stay focused, Hero. No slipping off to have fun!

Harry: This place is almost as bright at night as it is during the day! I love all this glitz!

Harry: Did you hear that? He won big! Come on! There's more where that came from! It's our turn to hit the casino now!

Harry: But no! We can't, can we? We have things to do. The casino's going to have to wait until next time.

Harry: Do you think he's talking about the Order of Zugzwang?

Harry: I'm afraid to say I think the fellow's going to be disappointed.

Maria: My brother heard the rumours too. And believed them. That's why he joined the order. If only he hadn't, maybe he'd be...

Harry: Don't worry, Maria, I'm sure your brother's fine.

Harry: 'A woman who is very close to you'...? Do you think she means your mother?

Harry: I'm not a big fan of fortune-telling, to be honest. But I hope she's right, anyway.

Harry: My stepmother really believed in fortune-telling. I tell you, it was a bit scary.

Harry: So that's why I never listen to all that rubbish, you see.

Harry: So if we did away with the smug brat, we'd acquire twenty mini medals, then?

Harry: I'm only joking! But don't tell me the thought didn't cross your mind too.

Harry: He seems like a bit of a bruiser, but he's just a softie at heart, worrying about his wife like that.

Harry: He's right. There's nothing like a hot bath after a hard day's work.

Harry: She scared the life out of me, screaming like that! I mean, er... It was um...very loud. I wasn't scared. Ha!

Maria: ............

Harry: She's right to be worried, I think. There are more monsters about between towns these days, and they seem a lot stronger now too.

Maria: It's awful. We shouldn't have to live in a world where children can't even play safely.

Harry: What are you smiling about? She was talking to me, you know.

Harry: He's not far wrong there, is he?

Harry: But it's not us he should be feeling sorry for. What about all the poor slaves still being made to work at the shrine?

Maria: I think all food's delicious, no matter what it is.

Maria: You can taste the loving care of whoever grew the crops or reared the livestock, and of the chef who prepared it all too.

Harry: It sounds like he really doesn't dare argue with his wife about it, doesn't it?

Harry: I couldn't stand that. I just hope I don't end up like that if I get married one day.

Maria: He should realise that his wife's just worried about him because she loves him.

Maria: It's only natural to worry about the people you love.

Harry: I'm sure it is. But I don't even remember what my mother looked like. She died when I was so young.

Harry: And my father was so busy he didn't have any time for me. It didn't really feel much like a family to me.

Harry: Maybe if I were to get married, I could change all that and build my own family.

Maria: Yes, I don't know how I would have managed without my brother. And even though we're apart now, he's still always in my heart.

Harry: The people here have a great time of it, don't they?

Harry: So this is Mystic Mridula's house?

Harry: I was expecting more dodgy-looking herbs and weird animals, to be honest.

Harry: Isn't she amazing? She knows her little speech so well, she can say it in her sleep!

Harry: Sounds like he's in trouble there!

Harry: Are you off your rocker, Hero? It's a wagon! Where else are we going to be able to pick one of them up? And when?

Harry: Wow! I never even dreamed of being able to buy a wagon for that kind of money. It's unbelievable!

Harry: This is awful! That's the most unbelievable price for a wagon I've ever heard, and we still can't afford it!

Harry: Who's been wasting all our gold, hm? It, it wasn't me.

Harry: That was dead lucky, wasn't it, buying a wagon so cheaply? A gift from the Goddess for everything we've had to suffer up to now.

Harry: He must just be a rich businessman having a bit of fun selling odd items, don't you think?

Harry: Wow! So this is what a casino looks like! And look at that! There's even a stage where they put on acts.

Harry: All the lights are so dazzling, they're making my eyes go funny.

Harry: Do you get the feeling we stick out like a couple of sore thumbs here, Hero?

Harry: Yes, so do I. I mean, it's a far cry from a life of slavery, isn't it?

Harry: No? I suppose you're right. We're not slaves any more. It's our right to enjoy the casino if we want to!

Harry: Ready to have some fun?

Harry: Exactly! Ex-slaves like us have got nothing to lose, have we? Let's go nuts!

Harry: What? A lackey never disagrees with his master, understand?

Harry: Don't get the wrong idea, Maria. I'm not the one who brought you here. It was Hero.

Maria: It looks like a lot of fun. Why don't we enjoy ourselves for a while? Just don't lose track of time!

Harry: Right then, what shall we do? The slots, the slurpodrome, the monster arena... Let's try everything!

Harry: I know, I know. We're on a quest and all that. There's no time for having fun at the casino.

Harry: Leftover gold, he says? That sounds like a useful piece of advice from an old hand, if you ask me.

Harry: Lose, lose, lose!

Harry: Oops! I'd better not look like I want him to lose, actually. Maria: might see me and think I'm really nasty.

Maria: I hope he wins. Then he'll be happy, and it's always nice when people are happy.

Harry: Hmm... That's a valuable lesson to learn. You can win big on the hundred-token machine, but you can lose big too.

Harry: It sounds like it isn't all glitz and glamour for actors, then. They have to work hard to realise their dreams too.

Harry: It sounds like he enjoys watching people getting fired up over their bets. Not the most admirable of occupations.

Harry: Legends are legends, if you ask me. I sincerely doubt there's any such person as the legendary hero.

Harry: Then I'll put down a thousand G that says he doesn't! H-Hey! I was only joking! Don't look at me like that. You're scaring me.

Harry: They put dancers on stage at night, look. They really go the whole hog here, don't they?

Maria: I don't know what it is about that song, but I really like it. It's so catchy.

Harry: Classy isn't the word! Just look at the way she moves! She's amazing!

Maria: Harry!

Maria: I... Oh no. I can't dance. Come on, Hero. Let's get off the stage before I make a fool of myself!

Harry: Dance if you feel like dancing, Hero. I think I'll just sit it out if you don't mind.

Harry: Ha ha ha hah! Not bad, Hero. You're not bad!

Maria: Actually, you know...this is really good fun!

Harry: I had no idea there was a castle like that around here. The world's really not a safe place any more, is it?

Harry: What a run-down-looking village!

Harry: No! This is where you used to live!? But it's so different to how you said.

Harry: Being in this place makes me feel more than a smidgen uneasy.

Harry: It reminds me what a thoughtless fool I was back in my younger years.

Harry: ............ Harry seems to be deep in thought.

Maria: Oh dear! This village is in a terrible way! ...Oh! This is your village, Hero?

Maria: I see. So that's why Harry looks so down in the dumps.

Maria: But there's no need for you to feel bad, Harry. You're not the one who did this.

Harry: Oh, Maria...

Harry: I'll look for it too! I'll do whatever I can to help you, Hero!

Harry: What pretty blossoms!

Harry: So the soldiers of Coburg burnt this place to the ground?

Harry: And people think it's your father's fault I went missing?

Harry: I'm so sorry, Hero. I had no idea that it would come to this.

Harry: What in the world has happened to Coburg!? How could they ever do something so cruel!?

Harry: ............ Harry is hanging his head low and chewing his lip.

Harry: So the soldiers of Coburg burnt this place to the ground?

Harry: And people think it's your father's fault I went missing?

Harry: I'm so sorry, Hero. I had no idea that it would come to this.

Harry: I have the image of your father burnt in my mind's eye.

Harry: You absolutely have to find your mother, Hero!

Harry: The soldiers who came here were funny-looking? I wonder what he meant by that.

Harry: I'm going to do something about Coburg, you mark my words!

Harry: Everywhere seems comfortable after that awful place we had to sleep in back at the temple.

Harry: ............ Harry looks like he's feeling ashamed.

Harry: What a run-down-looking village!

Harry: No! This is where you used to live!? But it's so different to how you said.

Harry: Oh! I'm terrible with stories like this! Huh! I feel all tearful now!

Harry: You don't think it was the soldiers from Coburg, do you? That poor child's parents...

Maria: Oh, Harry:, don't feel bad. Harry looks like he's struggling not to cry.

Harry: It's strange that even someone as strong as your father couldn't equip that sword.

Harry: I suppose this legendary hero must have some special quality that enables him to use it like no other can.

Maria: My brother and I could sense that you and Harry had some kind of special destiny, Hero.

Maria: And now here I am travelling around with you both! It's quite a strange feeling.

Harry: Bianca's that friend of yours you had when you were little, isn't she? I hope she's well.

Harry: Even if the hero is dead, it's possible he might have had a grandchild. We should start by looking for this legendary equipment first.

Harry: So you used to come here when you were young, did you, Hero?

Harry: I suppose it's not a bad sort of place to practise your adventuring, what with the monsters around here not being all that strong.

Harry: I can't help feeling that it's my fault your village is in such a sorry state. Don't you agree?

Harry: Well, if there's anything at all I can do to make amends, you must say so, Hero.

Harry: I know you're just saying that to make me feel better, but thank you.

Harry: We don't really have any reason to be here, do we, Hero? Perhaps we should try to focus a bit more on the task at hand.

Maria: I'm afraid I'm not very good in caves. For some reason, I can't help being reminded of that awful temple.

Harry: This is an interesting-looking sword. You should check that treasure chest while we're here too, Hero.

Harry: So this is the Zenithian Sword. It's incredible how shiny the blade is even though it's so ancient. It must have amazing powers.

Harry: It's a shame that only the legendary hero can use the Zenithian Sword.

Harry: You know, I did wonder for a while if you might be him, but it looks like I was wrong.

Harry: A dark world called Nadiria, the Zenithian Sword, the legendary hero... It's all a bit far-fetched, don't you think?

Harry: Still, now that we've read it, I suppose we've no choice but to search for the rest of the Zenithian Equipment and the hero to boot!

Harry: We should at least take the Zenithian Sword with us, don't you think?

Harry: It's funny how your father left that letter here, isn't it?

Harry: Maybe he somehow knew that something bad was going to happen to him.

Harry: And yet he still carried on with his travels regardless.

Harry: We've found what we were looking for, anyway. We should head back to the village.

Maria: Don't think I don't appreciate you showing me around all these different places and everything.

Maria: It's just... I think we should prioritise trying to help all those poor people who are suffering.

Harry: Absolutely! We must stay focused, Hero. No slipping off to have fun!

Harry: So this is where that childhood friend of yours is from. At least this place hasn't been burnt to the ground.

Harry: I wonder how that friend of yours, Bianca, is getting along. Let's go and find her.

Harry: ............ Harry: seems to be deep in thought.

Harry: Now I've heard what I've heard, I don't really have any choice but to go back to the castle and find out what's going on.

Harry: ............ Harry: is hanging his head low in silence.

Harry: No matter where we go, we never hear a good word said about Coburg.

Harry: Make sure you keep that Zenithian Sword hidden, won't you, Hero? That probably counts as a legendary weapon.

Harry: I hadn't realised the full extent of things up to now.

Harry: But I'm starting to see that our world's in quite a perilous state.

Harry: Oh, that's a shame, Hero.

Harry: I was looking forward to seeing your face when you met her again after all these years.

Harry: I suppose it is quite romantic, the idea of searching for someone. It just doesn't feel that way when you're the one doing it.

Harry: I wonder if all mothers feel like that.

Harry: Don't know why I'm asking you, mind. Neither of us would have a clue when it comes to answering that question.

Harry: So this is Bianca's house? It's not a bad-looking place.

Harry: I wonder where she is.

Harry: Oh. So Bianca's not here any more.

Harry: Ha! So this is the famous Zizzwizz Pillow! It smells fantastic.

Harry: Seven years ago? That's quite a while back now.

Harry: Don't be too disappointed, Hero! I'm sure you'll run into her again somewhere.

Harry: Ha! So this is the famous Zizzwizz Pillow! It smells fantastic.

Harry: That bunny girl's certainly, um...a bit old, isn't she?

Harry: No! She looked the same all that time ago? ...That's ten years!

Harry: What are you playing at? We don't have time to mess around. We need to ask about the legendary hero.

Harry: First there was all the talk about the legendary hero, and now we have this 'Es' something or other to think about too.

Harry: It's too much!

Maria: Don't think I don't appreciate you showing me around all these different places and everything.

Maria: It's just... I think we should prioritise trying to help all those poor people who are suffering.

Harry: Absolutely! We must stay focused, Hero. No slipping off to have fun!

Harry: So this is where that childhood friend of yours is from. At least this place hasn't been burnt to the ground.

Harry: I wonder how that friend of yours, Bianca, is getting along. Let's go and find her.

Harry: Wilbur was always much cleverer than me. I thought he'd make a good king.

Harry: If anyone has a way of communicating with monsters, I'd say it's you, Hero.

Harry: And Monty the monster monitor is another one who seems to get on with the things.

Harry: Hey! Maybe the old man is part of the clan who guard the seal! ...Actually, no. He hardly looks the part.

Harry: We don't have anyone who'd say that kind of thing about us.

Harry: When I get married and have children of my own, I'm going to spoil them something rotten!

Harry: We should stay here the night too.

Harry: I have a few things I need to think about.

Harry: Um, Hero. Like I said last night, I'm quite concerned about the situation over in Coburg.

Harry: I know it'll be a bit of a detour for us, but do you mind if we go and see what's going on?

Harry: That bunny girl's certainly, um...a bit old, isn't she?

Harry: No! She looked the same all that time ago? ...That's ten years!

Harry: What are you playing at? We don't have time to mess around. We need to ask about the legendary hero.

Harry: First there was all the talk about the legendary hero, and now we have this 'Es' something or other to think about too.

Harry: It's too much!

Harry: Just because you have a legendary weapon, it doesn't mean you can equip it. More's the pity.

Harry: He's not the only one who's disappointed. I wonder where they are now and what they're doing.

Harry: So this is the castle you came to all those years ago on your big ghost-hunt?

Harry: You must've been quite a brave young thing, coming here in the middle of the night when you were just a child!

Maria: I had no idea there was a castle all the way out here.

Harry: (cough cough) It looks smart enough from the outside, but it's a real dust trap on the inside!

Harry: Why have we come here, Hero? I certainly can't think of any good reason.

Harry: Unless! Are you taking us on a trip down memory lane with you, by any chance?

Harry: Hey! Did you see that!? I wonder if it was a ghost. Let's go and see!

Harry: There was I hoping I'd seen a ghost, when it was nothing more than a runaway couple! I didn't expect to find them here.

Maria: Aaah, forbidden love across the class boundaries... At least they were lucky enough to find this place to live in together.

Harry: It's good that the two of them didn't go through with the dying idea. Once you're dead, you're dead. There's no changing your mind then.

Maria: They both seem so happy. Seeing people like that makes me feel happy too.

Harry: What a strange count he must've been to have put his graveyard up on the castle roof!

Harry: The people in these graves asked you to defeat the ghosts? That all sounds a bit far-fetched!

Harry: That man doesn't seem to have much of a shadow. M-Maybe I'm just imagining it, though. Ha ha!

Harry: The only way to reach any of the other continents from here is by boat.

Maria: I feel so unsettled when I look at the ocean. On the other side of it is my brother and all those poor people trapped as slaves.

Harry: Don't worry, Maria, I'm sure your brother's fine.

Harry: ............ Harry: appears to be deep in thought.

Harry: I find it hard to imagine Wilbur giving out such strict orders. He was never the most strong-minded of chaps.

Harry: All of this will change when we oust that impostor.

Harry: ............ Harry: is hanging his head low in silence.

Harry: Permission!? I didn't need anything of the sort when I was a child!

Harry: I know you want to go, Hero. But I'm afraid Coburg holds no attraction for me whatsoever any more.

Harry: That's Frank. He used to just be a lowly servant. And yet look at him now, a soldier and everything!

Harry: His one weakness is large frogs. He's so scared of them! I used to have a lot of fun planting them about the place to give him a fright!

Harry: That's Coburg just across the river. The wind smells just the same as it used to in the old days.

Harry: Heavy-handed laws? I wonder what he means. We'll have to find out what's going on.

Harry: I didn't imagine I'd be setting foot in this place again. And yet here I am!

Harry: Things seem to have changed an awful lot. The place looks really run-down.

Maria: To think that you were prince of such a grand-looking castle, Harry!

Maria: Now I feel all ashamed. Have I been disrespectful, speaking to you in such a familiar way?

Harry: Don't be ridiculous! It makes me feel sad hearing you say things like that.

Harry: Surely we can't be in danger just for coming near the castle!? Whatever has become of this place?

Harry: There were plenty of times when we went without food for three days back when we were slaves, eh, Hero?

Maria: I heard a few nasty rumours about Coburg back at the abbey, but I had no idea things were this bad.

Harry: That was a bit mean, Hero. Surely you could afford to give her a few coins?

Maria: If I had any money, I'd give as much as I could to these poor folk here.

Harry: ............ Harry is biting his lip in thought.

Maria: Goddess, please have mercy on these poor suffering souls.

Harry: I cried with hunger in those first awful days of becoming a slave. There's nothing worse than being without food.

Maria: That poor boy. He looks so weak and thin...

Harry: A monster in the castle courtyard of all places! I thought it was a dog, and it took me totally off-guard!

Maria: Are you alright?

Maria: There's no need to worry about me. Luckily, you were there to protect me.

Harry: Why are my people having to suffer just so soldiers from foreign lands can be enlisted?

Harry: It doesn't make sense! Whoever's responsible for this will have me to answer to!

Maria: It's just like in the Order of Zugzwang. Why is it always those that are weak who are made to suffer?

Harry: We should still keep my true identity a secret, okay, Hero?

Harry: I didn't often use that passage, so I can't remember exactly where it is.

Harry: I can't help feeling that it was always quite tricky to see in the daytime.

Harry: A castle fell from the sky!? I didn't even know there was a castle up there in the first place. It's all a bit odd if you ask me.

Maria: I've heard something like that before myself.

Maria: Maybe the Goddess did it. Maybe she made the castle fall and the monsters attack humans again as a way of testing us.

Harry: What's all this about the Queen Dowager? Shouldn't it be Wilbur who has the authority around here!?

Harry: 'Rules the world'!? Whatever does the old bag think she's up to?

Harry: Ugh. This place has really gone to the dogs with people like him around.

Harry: What's a monster like him doing inside the castle!? Am I seeing things!? Why doesn't anyone else seem surprised!?

Maria: Dearie me. What scary-looking folk they are. I wonder how this castle ended up in such a state.

Harry: He's right about those soldiers being an unsavoury-looking bunch.

Harry: I was starting to worry that all the soldiers here had gone mad. It's nice to see one with his head still screwed on.

Harry: It's been bad here for a long time, ever since the soldiers were sent to destroy Whealbrook.

Harry: Curse it all!

Harry: Darwin? I've never heard of him before. I wonder who asked him to come to the castle...and why.

Harry: That all sounds rather complicated. I'm not very good when it comes to that kind of thing.

Maria: A secret unlocking the mysteries of evolution? It all sounds a bit scary for my liking.

Maria: I'd say it's more likely to be the hand of evil than the hand of the Goddess.

Harry: I think it was around here somewhere.

Harry: Ah! A switch! Nice work, Hero!

Harry: This passage was made so that it could be used as a means of escape in case of some kind of emergency.

Harry: I never imagined I'd be using it to sneak inside my own castle! Of all the ironies!

Harry: I only caught a quick glimpse, but there seemed to be a rather well-to-do lady in one of the cells. Surely not...

Harry: Now I'm starting to remember. I think you can get to the jail cells from here.

Harry: So she's the one behind all this? I didn't want to believe it because she is Wilbur's mother, after all. But now...

Harry: The Goddess won't need to punish her, because I'm going to see to it that she pays for what she's done right now!

Harry: Was that the real dowager, do you suppose, or the fake one? Now I'm really confused!

Maria: What a terrible place to die...

Maria: May all these poor souls find their way from these dark depths to the eternal comfort of the Goddess on high!

Harry: I don't understand! That's definitely the Dowager...my stepmother. No question about it.

Harry: So whatever is she doing stuck in a jail cell when she should be luxuriating away upstairs in the castle proper?

Harry: So there are two dowagers!? Who is the other one? And is she planning on taking over my kingdom?

Harry: At least this means Wilbur isn't the one at fault. That's something of a relief.

Harry: Pah! I won't allow that fake dowager to send Coburg further into ruin!

Harry: Just as we thought. That dowager must be fake. That would explain everything the old lady said.

Harry: The problem is, how do we prove it?

Harry: I'm going to do everything in my power to put this kingdom right, Hero! Everything in my power!

Maria: I can't believe a person could be executed just for not paying their taxes. Oh, Goddess have mercy!

Harry: Hmph. That chancellor fellow is here. Not that we need to take any notice of that worthless creature, I suppose.

Harry: A story about a mysterious mirror? Yes, I seem to remember something like that. But how does that help us?

Harry: The castle vault... That's not far from the place I was snatched all those years ago. Brrr! The thought of it sends shivers down my spine!

Harry: I've never heard anything so ridiculous. Can you imagine what it would be like if a selfish man like me were king?

Harry: If anyone around here is cut out for the monarchy, I'd say it's you, Hero. Don't let that go to your head though, eh.

Maria: He's right, Harry. You really are brave.

Maria: I'll never forget that day you stood up to the guard even though he had a whip in his hand. You were incredible.

Harry: What a tiresome little man. I don't blame Wilbur for feeling so uninspired with a man like that as chancellor.

Harry: Curses! I was hoping we'd be able to expose that fake dowager once and for all!

Harry: But meeting with her alone isn't enough. We need some way of proving it.

Harry: Curses! I was hoping we'd be able to expose that fake dowager once and for all!

Harry: But meeting with her alone isn't enough. We need some way of proving it.

Harry: This must be the book Wilbur was talking about.

Harry: A mirror 'with the power to show the truth'... Interesting. We'd better go and have a look at that tower, then!

Harry: It's funny to think of a teleportal inside the castle somewhere. I wonder who made it.

Harry: Shouldn't we be heading over to that tower with the mysterious mirror, Hero?

Maria: Erm, it's not really my business, but what are we doing here? Weren't we supposed to be going to the tower?

Harry: We'll have to come back during the daytime if we want to get inside the castle. We should rest for now.

Harry: This place feels even more desolate at night. It's like walking through a graveyard.

Harry: I'm going to sort this mess out, you mark my words!

Maria: Shouldn't the rulers of a kingdom be there to make their people happy? That's what I always thought.

Harry: I didn't realise that my father was trying to pass the crown on to me before he died.

Harry: I do remember there being a strained atmosphere in the castle at the time. I suppose that was why.

Maria: If only you'd become king, Harry. Then none of this would have happened.

Harry: There are certainly plenty of books here, so it's quite possible he'll find what he's looking for.

Harry: I wonder what the curiosity he's heard about might be. I never heard of anything like that.

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Harry: That trader must've been talking about the book that mentions the mysterious mirror. It certainly is a curiosity, that's for sure.

Harry: She's not the only one who got out while she could. This place feels like it's half empty nowadays.

Harry: That must be a teleportal. They're curious things that allow you to travel quickly between two far away places.

Harry: It reminds me of something I read once in an old book about travelling through a teleportal from the castle to another land.

Harry: Sorry! Listen to me waffling away!

Maria: I had no idea such a place existed so close to the abbey.

Harry: We should get going now that we have Ra's mirror.

Harry: The people of Coburg mustn't be left to suffer a moment longer!

Maria: Fancy being able to travel all the way to Coburg in an instant!

Maria: This teleportal is so convenient...and so bizarre! Maybe it's the work of the Goddess.

Harry: If he won't let us pass, then I suppose there's nothing we can do. Let's move on, Hero!

Harry: So we're not allowed to pass at night. Oh well. We'll have to come back another time.

Maria: That old man must be a bit lonely, stuck out here all on his own.

Maria: If only he'd drop in at the abbey, there'd be plenty of people there he could have a chat with.

Harry: It's nice to have a place where we're made to feel so welcome, don't you think, Hero?

Harry: Sorry, Hero. We're supposed to be looking for your mother, and yet I've gone and distracted you with this instead.

Harry: I never imagined we'd end up going to the tower with Maria.

Harry: I suppose nuns are basically the same as monks really. Maybe we should ask them about the tower.

Maria: I suppose that's my part in this done with. But I'd like to stay with you until you find what you came for, if that's alright.

Harry: Of course. You've been a great help to us, Maria:. We'd be honoured to have you. Right, Hero?

Harry: It's hard to imagine either of us as good husbands when you think we were both slaves until just recently!

Harry: But we know what it feels like to be miserable because of someone else's violence, so at least we'll never be like her brute of a husband.

Maria: I think she's right. You would make a good husband, Hero.

Maria: ...Oh! And so would you, Harry! I didn't mean to leave you out.

Harry: I say! There's no need to make a special effort to compliment me, you know!

Maria: I had a small statue of the Goddess carved for me a little while back.

Maria: It made me feel so at peace to hold it in my hands and see Her smiling at me.

Maria: I'm rather good at cooking and sewing myself, because I had to do it for Joshua and I from a young age.

Harry: I wonder why Maria seems so lonely. Maybe it's because I'm not around.

Harry: Er, no, I'm sure that's not it. If only it was, though...

Harry: The girl's right. We mustn't let Maria come to any harm, do you hear, Hero?

Maria: That little girl really seems to think of me as her big sister.

Maria: It's nice to have a little sister out of nowhere. I only ever had a brother before.

Harry: It's wonderful to see Maria again. I do feel a bit jealous that she said your name before mine, though.

Harry: I suppose nuns are basically the same as monks really. Maybe we should ask them about the tower.

Harry: It's lovely to have you travelling with us again, Maria.

Maria: Thank you, Harry. I'm really happy to be with you again too.

Maria: You do both seem a little bit different to before, though.

Maria: It's almost like you have a shadow cast over you.

Harry: I'm going to stand by you, Maria! I'll protect you with my life, now and forever!

Maria: Sorry? What was that you just said, Harry?

Harry: Er... Ha, ha. Don't worry. It was nothing important.

Harry: Well, we have Maria with us now, so I suppose we should get along to that tower.

Maria: I wonder what the Abbess meant by 'those who are too proud to believe in things they cannot see'.

Maria: I know I volunteered myself for this, but I'm starting to worry that I might not be worthy.

Harry: As long as I have a bed to sleep in, I'm happy. We've got another long day ahead of us, Hero!

Harry: I feel much better after that rest. Thanks, Hero.

Harry: To tell you the truth, I'm still not quite used to sleeping in a bed again. I suppose it's because I was a slave for such a long time.

Harry: You don't need to worry about me, Hero. Let's move on.

Maria: I wonder what sort of man she had in mind, that girl who went through all the domestic goddess training.

Maria: The poor child definitely feels lonely at times.

Maria: She may seem strong on the outside, but she must miss her father terribly.

Harry: It's wonderful to see Maria again. I do feel a bit jealous that she said your name before mine, though.

Harry: I suppose nuns are basically the same as monks really. Maybe we should ask them about the tower.

Harry: It's lovely to have you travelling with us again, Maria.

Maria: Thank you, Harry. I'm really happy to be with you again too.

Maria: You do both seem a little bit different to before, though.

Maria: It's almost like you have a shadow cast over you.

Harry: I'm going to stand by you, Maria! I'll protect you with my life, now and forever!

Maria: Sorry? What was that you just said, Harry?

Harry: Er... Ha, ha. Don't worry. It was nothing important.

Harry: Well, we have Maria with us now, so I suppose we should get along to that tower.

Maria: I wonder what the Abbess meant by 'those who are too proud to believe in things they cannot see'.

Maria: I know I volunteered myself for this, but I'm starting to worry that I might not be worthy.

Harry: As long as I have a bed to sleep in, I'm happy. We've got another long day ahead of us, Hero!

Harry: I feel much better after that rest. Thanks, Hero.

Harry: To tell you the truth, I'm still not quite used to sleeping in a bed again. I suppose it's because I was a slave for such a long time.

Harry: You don't need to worry about me, Hero. Let's move on.

Harry: It's finally time for Coburg to come out of the clouds and back into the sunshine! Let's go and find Wilbur!

Maria: It's funny to think that Harry is actually a prince of such an enormous castle.

Maria: In the normal run of things, there's no way someone as lowly as I would ever have had the chance to befriend him.

Harry: The place looks so different. But it all ends here! All we have to do is oust that fake dowager!

Harry: There's nothing anyone can do to stop us now! Let's go, Hero!

Harry: There were plenty of times when we went without food for three days back when we were slaves, eh, Hero?

Maria: I heard a few nasty rumours about Coburg back at the abbey, but I had no idea things were this bad.

Harry: That was a bit mean, Hero. Surely you could afford to give her a few coins?

Maria: If I had any money, I'd give as much as I could to these poor folk here.

Harry: ............ Harry is biting his lip in thought.

Maria: Goddess, please have mercy on these poor suffering souls.

Harry: I cried with hunger in those first awful days of becoming a slave. There's nothing worse than being without food.

Maria: That poor boy. He looks so weak and thin...

Harry: A monster in the castle courtyard of all places! I thought it was a dog, and it took me totally off-guard!

Maria: Are you alright?

Maria: There's no need to worry about me. Luckily, you were there to protect me.

Harry: It won't be long before this dark period comes to an end.

Harry: The light of truth that shines forth from this mirror will be all that Coburg needs to banish the darkness!

Maria: It's time to help those poor, suffering people at last.

Harry: A castle fell from the sky!? I didn't even know there was a castle up there in the first place. It's all a bit odd if you ask me.

Maria: I've heard something like that before myself.

Maria: Maybe the Goddess did it. Maybe she made the castle fall and the monsters attack humans again as a way of testing us.

Harry: Curses! We don't have time for this! We'll have to find another way.

Harry: Hey! Now's not the time for detours! Stay focused!

Harry: Urgh! The thought of someone like that ruling over Coburg...and the world!

Maria: If there's a war, lots of people will end up losing their lives. We have to stop it from coming to that!

Harry: They won't be looking so pleased with themselves when I'm finished here!

Harry: So the fake dowager is actually a monster? How did a monster get in here unnoticed?

Harry: He's right about those soldiers being an unsavoury-looking bunch.

Harry: I was starting to worry that all the soldiers here had gone mad. It's nice to see one with his head still screwed on.

Harry: The fake dowager must have already been in place at the time Whealbrook was attacked.

Harry: There's no way a human would order an innocent village to be destroyed like that.

Harry: Darwin? I don't remember hearing that name before. I wonder if the fake dowager summoned him here.

Harry: Maybe the fake dowager was trying to research a way of evolving into a stronger being.

Maria: A secret unlocking the mysteries of evolution? It all sounds a bit scary for my liking.

Maria: I'd say it's more likely to be the hand of evil than the hand of the Goddess.

Harry: This passage was made so that it could be used as a means of escape in case of some kind of emergency.

Harry: I never imagined I'd be using it to sneak inside my own castle! Of all the ironies!

Harry: I doubt there's much use in explaining that it was all the fake dowager's doing.

Harry: We just have to reveal her true identity and put an end to all this. Then we can rescue the old man.

Maria: That poor man, being stuck down here in the dark all those years.

Maria: What a terrible place to die...

Maria: May all these poor souls find their way from these dark depths to the eternal comfort of the Goddess on high!

Harry: When they talk about having someone's head on a platter around here, they probably mean it literally!

Harry: That's because the fake dowager came along. It stands to reason that she's going to change because she's a different person entirely!

Harry: It sounds like Wilbur's been down to the jail and freed the real dowager.

Harry: Let's go and find Wilbur. Hurry, Hero!

Harry: Huh! If only he hadn't gone and meddled in all this.

Harry: He always was a bit slow-witted.

Maria: Oh dear. What a pickle! At least we have the mirror to help us figure all this out.

Harry: He realises this is silly. I just wish he was a bit more together. He is King, after all.

Maria: So that's Harry's brother, King of Coburg? They're not very alike.

Harry: Hmm. I'm not so sure she's the real thing. Look at how grubby she is!

Harry: The Queen Dowager I knew was nowhere near as gentle and warm, either.

Maria: We should use the mirror!

Harry: Ah yes. I remember that shrill voice well from my childhood years. Maybe this is the real one.

Maria: We should use the mirror!

Harry: Now's not the time to keep quiet and lay low! We'll show that monster who's boss this time, Hero!

Harry: This must've all been a big shock for Wilbur. The kingdom was on the brink of disaster.

Harry: Come on, Hero! I need your help!

Harry: It's finally time for Coburg to come out of the clouds and back into the sunshine! Let's go and find Wilbur!

Maria: It's funny to think that Harry is actually a prince of such an enormous castle.

Maria: In the normal run of things, there's no way someone as lowly as I would ever have had the chance to befriend him.

Harry: This place feels even more desolate at night. It's like walking through a graveyard.

Maria: The entrance to the castle is closed at night. We should come back in the morning.

Harry: All the people here need is a little more patience. We'll sort things out for them before long.

Maria: Shouldn't the rulers of a kingdom be there to make their people happy? That's what I always thought.

Harry: I didn't realise that my father was trying to pass the crown on to me before he died.

Harry: I do remember there being a strained atmosphere in the castle at the time. I suppose that was why.

Maria: If only you'd become king, Harry. Then none of this would have happened.

Harry: That trader must've been talking about the book that mentions the mysterious mirror. It certainly is a curiosity, that's for sure.

Harry: She's not the only one who got out while she could. This place feels like it's half empty nowadays.

Harry: This is where your father was killed by that no-good Ladja.

Harry: I'll never forget the way he put up no resistance and endured all that to keep you safe.

Harry: It feels just like yesterday that you came here and tried to rescue me.

Harry: Who would have thought then that we'd end up being friends all this time?

Harry: I wonder if he's talking about the temple when he mentions a holy land. Pah! That place is more like hell!

Harry: It looks like the bandits aren't using this place as a hideout any more.

Harry: You don't think these are the kidnappers, do you? What in the world happened here?

Harry: It's been many a long year since we had the chance to enjoy so much outside air.

Harry: It's funny. I used to take little things like that for granted, but now they seem so important.

Harry: It's all very well deciding to go off and find your mother, but where do we start?

Harry: I suppose that town to the north is as good a place as any.

Harry: I still can't believe how we managed to travel so far in a barrel, of all things!

Harry: We must be the luckiest people alive!

Harry: That Fortuna place was certainly lively, wasn't it?

Harry: Can you imagine if Coburg or your village were that well off? Wow!

Harry: Ha ha! I was a bit worried the price might reflect the quality, but this isn't a bad horse and cart!

Harry: Now we can bring as many people as we like along on our travels.

Harry: The Coburg checkpoint never used to be so imposing.

Harry: It's so awful what happened to your village, Hero. I...I...don't know what to say.

Harry: It sounds like Coburg has changed beyond recognition since I've been away.

Harry: I have to get to the bottom of what's going on. Let's go to the castle!

Harry: I had planned to forget any ties I ever had to Coburg. But it looks like it's not going to be that easy.

Maria: Off we go. The tower is just south of the abbey.

Harry: We must have some special connection with Maria. That's why we've found ourselves travelling with her again.

Harry: As long as we make sure she doesn't come to any harm. That's the main thing.

Harry: I'm obviously worried about what's happening over in Coburg, but I think it's for the best if I stay away.

Harry: I'm just going to forget about the place. I'll keep travelling with you until I figure out my own way in the world.

Harry: Lovely weather we've been having, don't you think? The grass smells wonderful.

Harry: There's nothing better than being free to walk around outdoors whenever the fancy takes you.

Harry: Come to think of it, I hardly ever set foot outside Coburg Castle back in those days. What a waste!

Harry: Aaah, I'm absolutely exhausted! One good thing I can say for being a slave was that we at least had a regular routine!

Harry: You know, I think this might be the first time in my life that I've ever been out walking at night-time!

Harry: The stars are absolutely beautiful. We never had the chance to really look at them back when we were slaves.

Harry: It's getting dark already. But we have to keep pushing on. Come on, Hero!

Harry: My father didn't have much time left when it all happened.

Harry: I wish I could meet him again, just once. I suppose there's no use in wishing, though.

Harry: I wonder if this mirror that reveals the truth is even still hidden in the tower. That diary was really ancient, let's face it.

Harry: The folk inside were certainly a weird bunch.

Harry: But it was still nice to be back in the castle again. I sort of miss the place. It was once my home, after all.

Maria: I do hope I'll be able to help you out, Hero.

Harry: I wonder if it really does have the powers we think it has. It looks just like an old mirror from where I'm standing.

Harry: We'd better hurry on back to Coburg. It's starting to give me the willies being out here.

Maria: I'm so glad I could come along with you both, Hero. It's cheered me up no end.

Harry: There's no point just standing here if the doors won't open. Let's try going somewhere else, Hero.

Harry: Hmph. Looks like the key from Coburg isn't any use here.

Harry: It said something in that diary about some monks having the key. I wonder where we can find them.

Maria: I'm so happy that I could be of use to you. What a relief!

Harry: I knew Maria would be able to get those doors open! I always believed in her!

Harry: Let's go and get it! But we should tread carefully. We have Maria to think of, after all.

Harry: What are we waiting for? There's no point in hanging around here any longer, let's hurry back to Coburg!

Harry: Did you see that, Hero?

Harry: Me too. I wouldn't forget that man in a hurry. Does that mean the woman was...?

Harry: No? Oh... I must have been imagining things.

Harry: This tower looks really ancient. I had no idea it was here, in amongst all these mountains.

Harry: This must be the tower we read about in that diary! So this is where the mirror's supposed to be.

Maria: ............ Maria looks a bit nervous.

Harry: It's old, but it's certainly stood up well over the years. Maybe it's been protected by the Goddess.

Maria: I can sense a kind of divine presence. Maybe it's true that this place was created by the Goddess.

Harry: There must be a way ahead that we've overlooked. We must explore all possibilities.

Maria: That's rather a big drop, isn't it? Take care not to fall!

Harry: Aren't you getting tired, Maria? Maybe we should rest for a while.

Maria: No, not at all. I don't want to slow you down.

Harry: This tower's starting to get on my nerves! We don't have time for this kind of thing!

Harry: Oh blast! How are we supposed to go any further with the path gone like this!?

Maria: The idea behind this place is that only those who believe in things they can't always see receive the blessing of the Goddess.

Maria: So maybe this is a kind of test. To see if we'll doubt what's actually before our very eyes.

Harry: We found it! With this mirror, we'll be able to save Coburg from the chaos it's fallen into!

Maria: We managed to pass the trial of the tower! Dear Goddess, we are eternally grateful!

Harry: I didn't expect there to be a path right in front of me that I couldn't see.

Harry: Now I'm starting to think there might be some truth in this talk of the tower being created by the Goddess.

Maria: It was frightening, but we've proved now that you just need the courage to move forward one step at a time, and a path will open up to you.

Maria: I'm going to learn from this, and try to live my life with courage from now on in!

Harry: Well, we have what we came for. We should hurry on back to Coburg and put this little episode behind us.

Harry: Sorry I put you and Maria to so much trouble, Hero.

Harry: We're not quite there yet, though. I'll save my thanks for when this is all done and dusted.

Bianca: It's great to be able to have a little adventure together again after all these years, Hero!

Bianca: You've grown up an awful lot since last time. Just imagine what kind of fun we could have now!

Bianca: Dun't take any notice of what Dad was sayin'. He's ill. He dun't know what he's on about!

Bianca: That bloke's veggies taste amazin'. We have him deliver 'em to our place, and they're great!

Bianca: That bloke may moan, but what his son's doin' is probably a big help.

Bianca: It's up to us folk of Stockenbarrel to man the lock and keep it maintained.

Bianca: I dun't think there's many folk who've had it opened for 'em and bin up to that lake he was on about.

Bianca: That cat's not exactly a pet of ours, but it seems to like hangin' around our place all the time.

Bianca: Come to think of it, I wonder how %a001210's gettin' along.

Bianca: I'm sure he means well deep down, but I wish he wouldn't call me 'darlin'.

Bianca: Just because it's a mixed bath, it dun't mean people shouldn't observe some kind of limits!

Bianca: What d'you reckon, Hero? D'you think my skin's lovely?

Bianca: Ha ha! Thanks! I reckon it's all down to havin' one of these baths every day for the last Goddess knows how long.

Bianca: Fair enough. I am a bit sunburnt, after all. And then there's all the cuts and grazes. Not to mention the odd bruise or two...

Bianca: Huh! Look who's all grown up all of a sudden!

Bianca: We moved here to Stockenbarrel because we thought the bath water might do Dad some good.

Bianca: In an ideal world, I'd have preferred to stay in Roundbeck so I'd know sooner when you were back safe and sound.

Bianca: Ha ha! She certainly tells it like it is!

Bianca: I really liked it back in Roundbeck, but this place en't bad neither. Can be a bit quiet, mind.

Bianca: Oh yeah. I remember one of the villagers headin' off to join up with that religion a while back. I wonder how they're gettin' on.

Bianca: It's a bit of a pain havin' to traipse past the inn to get to the baths.

Bianca: But they're the ones takin' care of them, so I s'pose it's fair enough.

Bianca: I dun't think I've bin this happy in a long time. You're back on the scene and Dad seems to be gettin' better. It's all good!

Bianca: There's somethin' about goin' into a pub durin' the day. It always seems quieter than everywhere else, dun't you think?

Bianca: The White King's Paradise? That sounds a bit serious. This kind of talk really gives me the willies for some reason.

Bianca: That scintillating sinter he was on about is the crystal deposits left behind in the bath water. It's all natural stuff, and there's not a lot of it.

Bianca: It's the most famous thing about Stockenbarrel by far.

Bianca: I had intended to take care of everythin' myself, but that bloke said carpenteerin' is too dangerous for me alone.

Bianca: So we came to an arrangement where he'd come and help me out each day. He's a bit of a worrier, mind!

Bianca: It's up to us folk of Stockenbarrel to man the lock and keep it maintained.

Bianca: I dun't think there's many folk who've had it opened for 'em and bin up to that lake he was on about.

Bianca: If only he wasn't here, we'd have the whole bath to ourselves, eh? Ha ha! Don't worry, I'm only jokin'!

Bianca: A cave... I wonder if that's where your ring's hidden, Hero.

Bianca: There certainly was a treasure in there, eh! The key to your happiness, no less!

Bianca: Ha ha! There you go again, tryin' to speak to folk when they're sleepin'! You're a funny one sometimes, Hero.

Bianca: That woman always stays up into the night until her old man comes home.

Bianca: She makes all this fuss and moans about him bein' late, but I think she's just anxious when he's not around.

Bianca: There en't any other girls of my age here in the village. I hope this one hangs around for a while.

Bianca: It's bin a while since any young folk came here to visit the baths. It's mostly old people comin' to fix their ailments.

Bianca: Oh yeah. I remember one of the villagers headin' off to join up with that religion a while back. I hope they're okay.

Bianca: That old man's always comin' out with things a bit over the line. But I'm sure he means well deep down.

Bianca: You've seen my house, right? That bloke had it up in no time!

Bianca: Suddenly carpenterin' is more fun than it sounds!

Bianca: You can hardly blame his missus for bein' angry. He'll be no good to anyone after ten glasses!

Bianca: That little one's always asleep here of a night. I wonder what it is about our house that it likes so much.

Bianca: I can't believe it's bin over ten years. An awful lot's happened to both of us since then, eh, Hero?

Bianca: What an enormous cave! And it's not even all that dark either, what with the light comin' in through the gaps in the rocks.

Bianca: Quite a difference to our little adventure at Uptaten Towers, eh? That was a dark old smelly old place if ever there was one!

Bianca: It's quite a puzzle really, this place. I mean, the fact that it has paths and stairs probably means the whole thing's man-made.

Bianca: You've grown up to be pretty strong, Hero. I must admit, I'm a bit surprised!

Bianca: You dun't seem to want to talk about it much, but I can tell you've bin through an awful lot since we last met.

Bianca: I can hear a really loud noise comin' from somewhere. Like a roar or somethin'. I wonder what it is.

Bianca: I never expected Mum to die so early.

Bianca: Life's pretty unpredictable, en't it, Hero? You never can tell what's 'round the corner.

Bianca: Well, we can't stand here admirin' the scenery all day long. Let's just make sure we don't fall though, eh?

Bianca: ............ Bianca: looks a bit annoyed.

Bianca: There's no way I'm goin' to let a lowlife like him find the ring! We'd better hurry up and get ahead!

Bianca: It feels like we've bin climbin' down for ages now. Surely it can't be much further!?

Bianca: There must be another place like this we've overlooked.

Bianca: We've looked all over the place, but I suppose we must've missed somethin' along the way.

Bianca: We'd better try lookin' again a bit more carefully this time.

Bianca: I suppose you'll become a 'Mostroferratian' or whatever once you get married, eh, Hero?

Bianca: There was a chance we might've come to live here once, y'know.

Bianca: It's not far from the baths of Stockenbarrel, and it's great for shoppin'.

Bianca: But it was decided we'd move to Stockenbarrel itself in the end, 'cos it's better for Dad and his health if he's somewhere quiet.

Bianca: I hope it really is the Zenithian Shield. It would be great if you could find your Mum.

Bianca: Crispin's the one who fancies Nera, right?

Bianca: Sounds like he pushed himself a bit too far 'cos he wants to marry her so badly. Poor thing.

Bianca: He's a canny salesman, eh? He's right, though. We should check over our stuff before we go anywhere.

Bianca: Hey, it must be makin' you a bit jealous, the idea of Nera lookin' after some other bloke!

Bianca: Ha ha ha! Thought so.

Bianca: Pah! You dun't have to lie to me, y'know!

Bianca: Yeah, you're bound to find the ring no problem. I'm here to help you, after all!

Bianca: What d'you suppose that means? Do you think Nera loves someone else?

Bianca: Or maybe she just dun't want you to get hurt. Hm, I wonder what it is that's on her mind.

Bianca: Crispin and Nera are childhood friends, en't they?

Bianca: I suppose it's only natural she'd be worried about him gettin' hurt, then.

Bianca: It's hardly Nera's fault. It's her dad who's to blame for comin' up with such a dangerous challenge in the first place.

Bianca: Nera's so pretty. And she seems really sweet too.

Bianca: I'd say she might even be a bit too good for you, Hero!

Bianca: Crikey! What awful burns! I reckon his fever'll be around for a while, judgin' by the look of him.

Bianca: Blimey! That was a bit of a shock! How can she be so polite to her customers in one breath and so rotten to her husband the next!?

Bianca: It's hard to tell whether he's just kind or weak-willed. They certainly go well together, anyway.

Bianca: I hope I manage to find someone like that to marry one day. It's a long way off yet, though, I'm sure.

Bianca: The church here is so huge and beautiful!

Bianca: It really is lovely. I hope I can get married in a place like that.

Bianca: That Briscoletti bloke must be loaded to have a holiday home within spittin' distance of his actual house!

Bianca: Wow! What a house! I can't believe you're goin' to be part of such a rich family, Hero!

Bianca: That Briscoletti certainly dun't mince his words, eh?

Bianca: I wonder if he really thinks you'd do somethin' like that...

Bianca: Dun't tell anyone, but he was a right wimp! He was cryin' and moanin' about the pain, so it was ever so hard tryin' to tend to him.

Bianca: You're plannin' on carryin' on with your travels after you get married, right, Hero?

Bianca: I suppose Nera will be pretty worried about you, then.

Bianca: Eh!? So you're goin' after the ring just so you can marry Nera? And not because you want the Zenithian Shield!?

Bianca: Well... Yeah, I suppose I can see your point. Maybe it's best just to give up lookin' for your mum and settle down to a family of your own.

Bianca: What d'you suppose that means? Do you think Nera loves someone else?

Bianca: Or maybe she just dun't want you to get hurt. Hm, I wonder what it is that's on her mind.

Bianca: Fancy thinkin' of gettin' married just for the money! It's like Nera's some kind of meal ticket to him.

Bianca: I dun't think this is a good idea, Hero. That stuff's ever so strong. It en't for them who en't used to it.

Bianca: Are you okay, Hero? Drinkin' all that probably weren't the best idea. Let me know if you start to feel funny.

Bianca: Looks like that's his tactic with the ladies. At least you dun't have to resort to things like that, Hero.

Bianca: Crispin and Nera are childhood friends, en't they?

Bianca: I suppose it's only natural she'd be worried about him gettin' hurt, then.

Bianca: Crispin really loves Nera, eh?

Bianca: It seems like it should be the two of them gettin' married, really.

Bianca: Sorry! Just forget I said anythin'.

Bianca: Ha ha ha! It's funny seein' how different folk are with their spouses!

Bianca: Nera will be asleep by now. I know you want to see her, but you'll just have to wait until tomorrow.

Bianca: So this is Nera's older sister, is it?

Bianca: Blimey! I dun't think you could find two folk more different to each other.

Bianca: I suppose I have bin livin' in the countryside a while, so I can see why I'd look like a peasant to the likes of her.

Bianca: But there's no need for her to come right out and say it to my face!

Bianca: I dun't suppose you actually prefer that Debora over Nera, do you, Hero?

Bianca: Well, I'll be! Who'd have seen that comin', eh?

Bianca: Yeah, I suppose you prefer the more ladylike type, eh?

Bianca: I dun't suppose you actually prefer that Debora over Nera, do you, Hero?

Bianca: Well, I'll be! Who'd have seen that comin', eh?

Bianca: Yeah, I suppose you prefer the more ladylike type, eh?

Bianca: So this is it, Hero. With the Circle of Water, nothin's stoppin' you from marryin' that Nera.

Bianca: Make sure you invite me to the weddin', eh? I did help you find the ring, after all, so you owe me one!

Bianca: There was a chance we might've come to live here once, y'know.

Bianca: It's not far from the baths of Stockenbarrel, and it's great for shoppin'.

Bianca: But it was decided we'd move to Stockenbarrel itself in the end, 'cos it's better for Dad and his health if he's somewhere quiet.

Bianca: Um, Hero. Do you really love Nera?

Bianca: Ha ha ha! Yeah, of course you do. Sorry. That was a weird thing of me to ask.

Bianca: Hmm. Nera would be really sad if she heard you sayin' that, you know.

Bianca: I bet that veil's well nice! Nera's so lucky...

Bianca: Crispin's the one who fancies Nera, right?

Bianca: Sounds like he pushed himself a bit too far 'cos he wants to marry her so badly. Poor thing.

Bianca: That Briscoletti's jumpin' the gun a bit, eh? You din't even tell him you found the ring or nothin'.

Bianca: I suppose that means he must believe in you a fair bit, eh, Hero?

Bianca: What d'you suppose that means? Do you think Nera loves someone else?

Bianca: Or maybe she just dun't want you to get hurt. Hm, I wonder what it is that's on her mind.

Bianca: I dun't think it's just booze they have on sale here. They have some funny other drinks too.

Bianca: Crispin and Nera are childhood friends, en't they?

Bianca: I suppose it's only natural she'd be worried about him gettin' hurt, then.

Bianca: If she's goin' to such lengths to take care of him, maybe Nera... Never mind.

Bianca: Looks like the burns en't the only thing causin' Crispin some pain, eh?

Bianca: Blimey! That was a bit of a shock! How can she be so polite to her customers in one breath and so rotten to her husband the next!?

Bianca: Fair enough, I s'pose. It's quite nice when a wife makes her husband dinner every now and then too, though, eh?

Bianca: I hope I manage to find someone like that to marry one day. It's a long way off yet, though, I'm sure.

Bianca: I wonder if he would've really bin allowed to marry Nera if he'd have found the ring.

Bianca: It dun't bear thinkin' about! Lucky for her it din't turn out that way, anyhow.

Bianca: The church here is so huge and beautiful!

Bianca: It really is lovely. I hope I can get married in a place like that.

Bianca: That Briscoletti bloke must be loaded to have a holiday home within spittin' distance of his actual house!

Bianca: I'm startin' to get all nervous now! Come on, Hero. Let's go.

Bianca: That was a bit stupid of us, bowlin' on back here without the Circle of Water!

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Bianca: You choosin' me and this weddin' goin' ahead already... I dunno, it all feels so sudden.

Bianca: But that dun't mean I en't happy about it. I've always bin a big fan of yours, Hero.

Bianca: This is the first time I've ever tried on any make-up. Do I look alright in it?

Bianca: Thanks, Hero. It feels a bit funny to me, that's all.

Bianca: Ha ha! Yeah, I know. It dun't suit me, eh? I s'pose I'll just have to put up with it until the ceremony's over.

Bianca: I'm still a bit bowled over, to be honest. I was sure you'd pick Nera, y'see.

Bianca: Ha ha! This feels a bit awkward, dun't it? We've got time to get used to it, though. We'll be together all the time from now on.

Bianca: It's a lovely day today, dun't you think? Bein' here where we got wed makes me feel all...happy inside!

Bianca: It really was a wonderful weddin'. I'll never forget it as long as I live.

Bianca: Ha ha! Children are so sweet, don't you think? I want one!

Bianca: I s'pose Nera's right back to square one in lookin' for someone to marry now.

Bianca: I hope she manages to find a perfect man just like I have.

Bianca: Urgh! How disgustin'! I feel sorry for people havin' to serve the likes of him!

Bianca: I s'pose it's pretty obvious, but I think marriage is amazin'. I've never bin happier.

Bianca: I feel all embarrassed when folk say things like that!

Bianca: That's good news. Nera will be relieved.

Bianca: I hope we get to stay together until we're their age.

Bianca: Crispin seems to have made a sudden recovery.

Bianca: If he feels that strongly, then I reckon it's just a matter of time before he and Nera tie the knot.

Bianca: I think it's because we grew up apart that we go so well together now. I want to do everythin' I can to support you, Hero.

Bianca: When I close my eyes here, I can imagine exactly how everythin' was durin' our weddin'.

Bianca: D'you think I'll ever end up talkin' to you like that, Hero?

Bianca: Ha ha! I s'pose it's a good thing that you're prepared and expectin' it then!

Bianca: Yeah. Hopefully you'll just do as you're told without me needin' to nag, eh! Ha ha!

Bianca: I dun't mind makin' dinner for you, Hero. Every now and then, anyway!

Bianca: This maid's uniform is so pretty, dun't you think? Maybe old Mr Briscoletti had her wear it so he'd have somethin' nice to look at!

Bianca: Looks like Harry and Maria have gone back already. That's a shame. I was hopin' to have a nice chat with the both of 'em.

Bianca: Briscoletti's really generous, eh? I hope he dun't think we're takin' advantage of him.

Bianca: So this is the Zenithian Shield? I can't explain why, but I feel almost like I've seen it somewhere before.

Bianca: Ooh! What d'ya reckon, Hero? The Ventuno sounds like fun, and I wouldn't mind travellin' around our old haunts a bit.

Bianca: It's up to you, though. You can decide where we go. I'll be happy as long as I'm with you.

Bianca: Yeah, I'm sure Nera will have no trouble findin' herself a nice bloke.

Bianca: Um, Hero... Do you ever regret not choosin' Nera over me?

Bianca: Oi! Watch it! Else I'll really give you somethin' to regret! Ha ha!

Bianca: That's good. I'll make sure you never regret it as long as you live.

Bianca: When we have kids, it'd be fun for us all to go travellin' together as a family. ...Sorry! Am I gettin' ahead of myself a bit?

Bianca: Let's always stay together, eh, Hero?

Bianca: I feel all embarrassed when folk say things like that!

Bianca: I s'pose it's pretty obvious, but I think marriage is amazin'. I've never bin happier.

Bianca: Yuck, yuck, yuck!

Bianca: I hate havin' things like that said about me, especially by a drunk!

Bianca: He wants a wife? Sounds like he'd be happy with anyone as long as she was a woman!

Bianca: A lot of folk are sayin' things like that lately, eh? We'd better hurry up with this hunt for the hero.

Bianca: That Crispin's certainly a determined one! It's good that he's makin' such an effort.

Bianca: Her poor husband! I'll have to make sure I don't end up an old shrew like she is.

Bianca: I hope Nera's happy too.

Bianca: I can understand why you want to stop by here, Hero.

Bianca: I wonder what this place is. It dun't look like anyone lives here.

Bianca: Maybe we'd be able to figure it out if we could get inside somehow.

Bianca: You dun't think that Debora's a bit angry because you chose me, do you, Hero?

Nera: I hope you don't think I'm some kind of spoilt little rich girl just because I'm a bit quiet.

Nera: I was just mulling over this strange feeling I have. A kind of conviction that I could be of great use to you on your travels.

Nera: I know that Papa will be totally against the idea of me joining you on your journey.

Nera: But I won't allow him to talk me out of it. Come on, let's go and tell him the news.

Nera: I'm sorry that the wedding ceremony was so rushed.

Nera: It was wrong of Papa not to take your feelings more into account with all of his grand plans.

Nera: This place was built so that we would have space to house guests when they come to visit.

Nera: Although, Mama sometimes uses it as a way of escaping from Papa when they have a tiff! He he!

Nera: I know that Papa seems really stubborn, but I'm sure I'll be able to persuade him.

Nera: We hardly had much chance to get to know each other before we were wed. But I know we'll make up for that from now on.

Nera: I would never have forgiven Papa if anything bad happened to you.

Nera: What a shame for that boy, losing his mother at his young age.

Nera: No one could fail to feel sorry for the poor thing.

Nera: I was so against Papa's idea of me marrying the man who returned the rings to him as he requested.

Nera: But now I realise he was doing it so that I'd end up marrying the best possible person. He was just trying to make me happy.

Nera: Oh dear! Drinking to that extent doesn't seem like a very good idea.

Nera: What a waste when drink is so magnifico! ...That's what Papa always says, anyway.

Nera: I hope she manages to find her perfect match before long too.

Nera: How lucky we are, being given all these good wishes from the townsfolk!

Nera: I feel a little bit guilty when I see Crispin's parents.

Nera: I think they were probably hoping that he and I would be married.

Nera: I must admit that I was quite surprised too. Crispin's such a gentle sort. I don't think I've ever known him say a word in anger.

Nera: I always knew how Crispin felt about me.

Nera: But when we met, it was like some strange power was drawing me towards you.

Nera: He he! Just like with those funny monsters you take around with you!

Nera: Crispin always took care of me when I was small. If anything, I think of him as a sort of elder brother.

Nera: It's just the two of us now, but hopefully we'll be a big happy family one day.

Nera: Stop lazing about and put some tea on, you old waster!?

Nera: ...I just can't imagine ever saying that to anyone!

Nera: I'm afraid that cooking isn't really my forte.

Nera: I try my best, but I don't even come close to our cook when it comes to handling a cleaver!

Nera: Bianca's not here any more. She's gone home. I can understand that you'd want to see her, though.

Nera: You never look like you're able to relax when you're in this house, you know!

Nera: I never heard about a jar being located in such an unlikely place.

Nera: But those are the rules Papa has decided on if I'm to travel with you, so it must be important.

Nera: So the Zenithian Shield has been right here all along.

Nera: Maybe that's why... I've sometimes felt a strange power coming from it, you see.

Nera: This means I can travel with you for as long as my heart desires. I'm so happy!

Nera: I'm actually quite surprised that Papa relented so quickly.

Nera: Maybe he had some kind of premonition that I'd set off travelling one day.

Nera: I don't mind where we go. As long as I'm by your side, I'd be perfectly content anywhere.

Nera: I'll give you as many children as you want, Hero. Whatever will make you happy.

Nera: We should be able to stay in the villa if we want to. Let's make sure we rest whenever and wherever we please.

Nera: Travelling together has taught me the joy of being there for one another, Hero.

Nera: It's so dangerous everywhere nowadays, both in town and outside. What a terrible thing!

Nera: That child... He's the same as me. ...Um, never mind. It doesn't matter.

Nera: He seems to be enjoying a good sleep. I hope he doesn't catch a cold.

Nera: How lucky we are, being given all these good wishes from the townsfolk!

Nera: I hope she finds someone nice.

Nera: Wouldn't it be nice if everyone could find their perfect match?

Nera: Forgetting about a problem for a while doesn't make it go away. You need to work at solving it. Little by little is better than nothing at all.

Nera: Do you like it here? I still feel a bit upset when I'm inside this house.

Nera: I always knew how Crispin felt about me.

Nera: But when we met, it was like some strange power was drawing me towards you.

Nera: He he! Just like with those funny monsters you take around with you!

Nera: Crispin always took care of me when I was small. If anything, I think of him as a sort of elder brother.

Nera: I wonder why he's not sleeping in a bed. Poor man!

Nera: If you don't rub a bit harder, it won't help one little bit, you old waster!?

Nera: ...I just can't imagine ever saying that to anyone!

Nera: Maybe it would be nice to stay over here sometimes. We could sleep in my old room.

Nera: I think Papa has a few more grey hairs than before. Maybe I've been making him worry too much.

Nera: It feels strange watching Mama sleeping like this.

Nera: I'll do everything I can to help you find your own mother, I promise.

Nera: We're exactly north-west from the La Guardia lookout tower here.

Nera: Maybe this is what Papa was always looking at from up there.

Nera: Let's hurry up inside and see what colour that jar is then, darling.

Nera: So it was blue. I suppose we'd better get back and tell Papa. I do hope he lets me come travelling with you now.

Nera: I wonder what could be inside that jar, and why it's sealed so tightly shut.

Nera: Papa's never mentioned it before, so I really have no idea what it's all about.

Nera: Oh dear, Hero! I'm sure she was just joking. You must take it with a pinch of salt.

Nera: I wonder if Debora's angry because you chose to marry me instead of her. I hope not!

Nera: Bingo joined the family so that Debora: wouldn't get lonely when I went to stay at the abbey.

Nera: Unfortunately, I don't think she's ever been overly keen on him.

Nera: Bingo joined the family so that Mama wouldn't get lonely when I went to stay at the abbey.

Nera: Unfortunately, I don't think she's ever been overly keen on him.

Debora: Now, you mustn't go getting it into your head that I'm coming along with you because I'd miss you or anything.

Debora: I'm sure that Papa's bound to be against the idea.

Debora: But there's nothing he can say that'll change my mind about going off travelling with you.

Debora: I told you I don't like taking orders, but I suppose you do know a thing or two about fighting monsters.

Debora: So I might let you give me advice on how to behave whenever we find ourselves in a battle. Can't say fairer than that.

Debora: It's really dull here. Not to my taste at all.

Debora: You do a good impression of listening to what people say, but I suspect you don't really pay attention half the time.

Debora: Mostroferrato is quite a big town as towns go. I quite like it, actually.

Debora: Well, obviously! I'm hardly likely to have settled for anything less.

Debora: I'm afraid he's going to have a hard time of it trying to find someone as beautiful as me. We're few and far between.

Debora: Bingo was a gift to me so that I wouldn't be lonely when Nera: went to live at the abbey.

Debora: I was never all that lonely, though. And I never really took to him, so Mama ended up looking after him most of the time.

Debora: What's that supposed to mean? It's not like you ever seriously considered marrying Nera, did you?

Debora: What a lout! Come on, Hero! We're leaving.

Debora: I suppose seeing me with my own personal slave is enough to make any woman want to get married.

Debora: Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?

Debora: The fine young specimen he was referring to was me, not you!

Debora: What an irritating old woman! She says that as if Nera and Crispin are bound to get married, but it's not like anything's been decided.

Debora: Crispin's father really doesn't seem to like me for some reason.

Debora: I just don't understand it. I've always treated his son with the respect he deserves.

Debora: Crispin's totally besotted with me, you know. That's why he spends so much time worrying about Nera. He's using her to get to me.

Debora: All his efforts have come to nothing now I've married you, though.

Debora: I suppose it could work out quite well if Nera did decide to be with Crispin.

Debora: Not that I imagine for one minute that she will.

Debora: What is it with nuns? Everything good always has to have been bestowed on us by the Goddess.

Debora: I won't ever nag at you like that to make the tea. You'll just do it with no arguments.

Debora: Yes, it's definitely important to get things straight from the very beginning.

Debora: You and I have an understanding there, though, so we shouldn't have any trouble.

Debora: So Bianca's gone home already.

Debora: We had a bit of a chat when I was getting ready for our wedding ceremony. She's quite a nice girl actually, isn't she?

Debora: Stupid girl! Fancy thinking we're visitors, especially when I'm right here with you!

Debora: I don't see why Papa can't just go and check on the stupid jar himself.

Debora: But if he's going to insist, then I suppose we'd better just hurry up and get it over with.

Debora: So this is our family shield?

Debora: It's strange, but I feel quite drawn to it.

Debora: Papa's always been a complete worrywart.

Debora: I'm sure that's why he's going so bald.

Debora: Papa's boat... I remember going on it once ages ago. It was quite good fun, actually.

Debora: You can decide where we go.

Debora: We're going to the Ventuno, though, right?

Debora: Charming! I don't take advantage of you, Hero. I just tell it like it is.

Debora: I'm sure Nera will find herself a man sooner or later.

Debora: Fair enough. But don't go thinking I'll take care of you if you wear yourself out.

Debora: And it's merrier still for you, with such a beautiful travelling companion on your arm!

Debora: Bingo was a gift to me so that I wouldn't be lonely when Nera: went to live at the abbey.

Debora: I was never all that lonely, though. And I never really took to him, so Mama ended up looking after him most of the time.

Debora: Absolutely, Hero. You'd better make sure you look after me properly.

Debora: What a greedy child! He has a father, doesn't he?

Debora: Why do you seem to enjoy talking to people when they're asleep?

Debora: Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?

Debora: The fine young specimen he was referring to was me, not you!

Debora: I suppose seeing me with my own personal slave is enough to make any woman want to get married.

Debora: This might be a bit harsh, but I'd say he doesn't have a hope. Not with a face like that.

Debora: What a weak and foolish man, turning to drink like that to forget his troubles.

Debora: Is there any reason we've come to Crispin's house?

Debora: Ah, I know! You've come to show me off, haven't you?

Debora: I suppose he might suit Nera quite well.

Debora: But he'll have to try at least a hundred times harder before he wins her heart.

Debora: He's certainly got enthusiasm, I'll give him that much.

Debora: I suppose we'll just have to sit back and let things take their course.

Debora: Actually, my shoulders are aching a bit too. You'll rub them for me, won't you, Hero?

Debora: Time for bed already, is it?

Debora: I suppose we could stay in my room then.

Debora: What's Papa doing asleep here? Why doesn't he just go to bed?

Debora: Watching Mama sleeping like that makes me feel all sleepy too.

Debora: Hey! What do you think you're doing, coming into Nera's room like this!?

Debora: Get out right now!

Debora: I never knew there was a shrine here.

Debora: It looks like it's been here a while too. The place is covered in dust.

Debora: Apart from that blue jar, there doesn't seem to be anything else of interest here.

Debora: Well, we've done what he wanted. Time to get back to Papa.

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Bianca: We stayed here one night when we were movin' to Stockenbarrel.

Bianca: It's a bit simple, but they gave us such a warm welcome. It was just what Dad needed to cheer him up after givin' up the inn.

Bianca: Folk goin' to Mostroferrato for trade and the like usually spend a night here on the way.

Nera: We stayed here one night on the way home to Mostroferrato from the abbey.

Nera: I knew that I'd be forced into marrying someone who wasn't of my choosing when I got home.

Nera: And yet, I didn't feel uneasy at all. It's as if I was being guided by a bright light, and I had no fear of what was in store.

Bianca: Timin' might be important, but it en't everythin'. You need lots of energy too.

Nera: He he he! What a funny little ditty! Just what you need to put a smile on your face.

Bianca: Saber was a sabrecat and not just a regular cat, eh?

Bianca: You dun't think the sabrecat that bloke was just on about could be...?

Nera: Someone's pet!? Surely you're the only one brave enough to keep a monster as a pet, Hero!

Bianca: I wonder what kind of gossip it is. We should have a look!

Nera: Gossip isn't usually a good thing. But... I wouldn't mind having a look to see what it's about.

Bianca: It's probably all just much of a muchness, but it can't hurt to take it with.

Nera: I looked all the way through, but I couldn't see anything in there about us. Shame, really.

Bianca: I remember Dad sayin' somethin' along the same lines. Family's ever so important to him.

Nera: Darling... Um, never mind. I was just thinking how happy I am, that's all.

Bianca: En't those sons of hers the priest and the bloke from the inn?

Bianca: I wonder when she had them! She dun't look old enough to have kids that big!

Nera: Would you prefer to have a boy or a girl? No doubt you want a boy to follow in your footsteps?

Nera: Yes, they're so rough and tumble. It's fun to watch them play. I'll pray that we have a boy.

Nera: But girls can be so delicate. Wouldn't you just be worried about her all the time?

Nera: He he he! Very well, I'll do my best to give you a girl!

Bianca: Crikey! That took me by surprise! I remember the cat at our place bein' like that at first.

Nera: Oh dear! That cat seems to be in rather a bad mood. I suppose we all have days like that.

Debora: I stayed here once before on the way home from collecting Nera from the abbey.

Debora: There was a nun travelling with us too. We sang some lovely songs and even danced a bit.

Debora: But that nun just sat there in the corner, silent as a lamb. Some people just have no sense of fun.

Debora: Given your good timing with marrying me, that must mean you're not bad when it comes to wielding an axe.

Debora: Taming a husband is one thing, but taming a monster is quite another.

Debora: You'd probably be able to do it, though, wouldn't you? I don't know how we're supposed to remind it of its old owner, mind you.

Debora: Gossip is a stupid waste of time. The silly rumours about me back home just meant no one really knew the truth.

Debora: Hey! Why is there nothing about me in here?

Debora: When we have children, I want to just let them do as they please. I only need one servant, and that's you, Hero.

Debora: For goodness' sake, Hero! You can tame monsters, but you can't pet a cat without getting into a fight!?

Debora: That innkeeper could tell we were a happily married couple, even though he doesn't know us.

Debora: It's great that you seem nice and happy being my slave. It means you'll stay devoted to me for evermore.

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Bianca: I know there's an important reason behind your journey and all that, Hero.

Bianca: But it is quite nice travellin' around different towns together. It feels like bein' on honeymoon!

Nera: I feel like I've been given a whole new lease of life now that I'm with you, Hero.

Nera: I hope we'll have lots and lots of adventures together!

Bianca: This place really has the feel of a port town, eh?

Nera: Smell that sea air! You can definitely tell it's a port town.

Bianca: Any idea what that bloke was on about? It all went right over my head!

Nera: Did you understand what that man was talking about? I'm afraid I had no idea!

Bianca: There do seem to be a lot of special souvenirs in a lot of the places we visit. Maybe it'd be fun to try collectin' them.

Nera: It would be nice to buy the occasional souvenir, but I suppose we can't afford to add to our luggage too much.

Nera: Oh, you don't mind? I suppose you are very strong. Well, if you don't mind carrying them...

Bianca: Mt Azimuth is the highest mountain in the world. People certainly do some crazy things, eh?

Nera: It's incredible to think that people are capable of such feats. I just hope they manage to avoid being attacked by monsters there.

Bianca: That poor old man. I hope that dun't mean he's all on his own now.

Nera: People say there's nothing worse for a parent than outliving a child.

Nera: It's hard to find the right words to console that poor old man.

Bianca: The cheek of it! It dun't matter that we dun't have money, anyhow. We got love and that's what counts! Wish I'd said that to him...

Nera: He he. No one's ever said anything like that to me before!

Nera: I feel as if I've started a new life since I married you, Hero.

Bianca: When I look at the monsters you've managed to befriend, Hero, I find it hard to believe that all of them can be bad.

Nera: I suppose even gods and goddesses need a break from time to time. We just have to hope the break doesn't last forever, that's all.

Bianca: It looks like they get their fair share of church donations here, eh?

Nera: I wouldn't be surprised if lots of people don't even realise there's a bank here.

Bianca: I wonder what he means. We should go and see what we can find!

Nera: How strange that that sailor knows there's something there and yet doesn't go and get it himself. I wonder what it is.

Bianca: I know him! He used to study under the man who made us some medicine for my father back when I was little!

Nera: To think that man once dreamt of being a pharmacist and yet he's ended up a sailor! You never can tell where life will take you.

Nera: Isn't Whealbrook the village you come from?

Nera: I would've liked to have visited it all those years ago.

Bianca: It's a bit damp down here, en't it? Maybe the monsters prefer it that way.

Nera: The monsters here are very well-looked-after. They certainly seem happy and healthy enough.

Bianca: There's all sorts of treasure around the world, but I'm your prized one, right, Hero?

Bianca: Ha ha ha! Thanks!

Bianca: Hey! I was about to say you were mine!

Nera: It's really sweet how children have such big dreams like that.

Bianca: The desert sounds pretty excitin'. Can we go and have a look, Hero?

Nera: I don't tend to be very good in the heat I'm afraid, but if you want to visit that desert, then of course I'm happy to go with you.

Bianca: A shrine to the legendary hero? Maybe that means there are ancestors of his there. You can only hope!

Nera: If there's a shrine there to the legendary hero, then maybe some of his belongings will still be there too.

Bianca: He didn't really sound like he was takin' you seriously, eh?

Nera: Maybe there's a lot of talk here about the legendary hero. That man behind the bar didn't seem overly interested.

Bianca: Looks like we're not the only ones tryin' to track down the legendary hero.

Nera: It would be a difficult journey for a scholarly type who's not used to fighting. That poor wife of his can't be enjoying it much either.

Bianca: The Grandmaster of the Underworld, eh? I wonder if he really exists. I hope not!

Nera: When you look at how wild things are out in the countryside nowadays, it's not hard to believe that this Grandmaster might be at work.

Bianca: Dad and I stayed at this inn on our way to Stockenbarrel all those years ago.

Bianca: I remember him moanin' and sayin' he couldn't relax properly in a place like this!

Bianca: So the show's only on of a night? I don't remember it bein' that way when I was here before.

Nera: Those dancing girls are wearing rather skimpy outfits! I hardly know where to look!

Bianca: Since when have you bin so good with the ladies, eh?

Bianca: Huh! Oh well. I suppose I have to put up with things like that now I'm married.

Nera: How could you!? (sob) I'll go crying back to Papa if you say things like that!

Nera: ...He he he! Only joking! You should see the look on your face!

Nera: I'm so pleased that you answered her like that. It really makes me feel like you only have eyes for me!

Bianca: It looks like a tough old job bein' a dancin' girl. I'd hate to have to wear make-up like that.

Nera: Make-up? Well, I must admit, I, er, do use the tiniest amount every now and then.

Bianca: Haah, haah... Spiral staircases are pretty hard work, eh?

Nera: This staircase is rather frightening. You won't let me fall, will you?

Bianca: Fancy bein' here on your own for forty years tendin' to a flame! What a job!

Nera: He certainly seems dependable. People setting out to sea shouldn't have anything to worry about with him in charge.

Bianca: The chosen ones can climb up there easy as pie? What d'you suppose he meant by that?

Nera: I wonder what you have to do to be chosen. Maybe you just have to be pure and good. Or maybe it's not that simple.

Bianca: Wow! The view from here's blimmin' incredible!

Nera: Don't walk too close to the edge, will you? I know the view's nice, but it's a bit too scary for me.

Bianca: Dark already, eh? Shall we stay the night here?

Nera: I can't believe it's night already! Time flies so quickly when I'm with you. Shall we stay here at the inn until morning?

Bianca: Pretty impressive. He's still keepin' up the chatter even though he's sloshed.

Nera: Oh dear! Do you think that man's alright? He seems to have drunk rather a bit too much.

Bianca: So it's not just on land. The monsters in the sea are gettin' more vicious too. Things are goin' from bad to worse.

Nera: I'd better try to make myself a bit stronger so that I don't end up being a hindrance to you.

Bianca: That poor old man. I feel really sorry for him.

Nera: I know the poor man must be feeling terribly desperate, but he really shouldn't be sleeping in a place like this. He'll catch his death of cold.

Bianca: A casino? I'm always worried I'd get hooked if I went somewhere like that, and I'd end up losin' all my money!

Nera: Papa took me to visit the Ventuno more times than I can remember.

Nera: It's his favourite casino of all, you see. That's why he had us get married there.

Bianca: Maybe the reason she doesn't complain is because she's lost interest. Oh dear...

Nera: I'm going to make sure I keep you happy so that you feel glad you chose me, just like he's glad he chose his wife.

Bianca: What!? What do you expect me to say to that!?

Nera: Goodness! She certainly seems to be having quite a dream!

Bianca: It must be difficult being a mother. Non-stop worry, by the sounds of it!

Nera: I can really sympathise with how that lady feels.

Nera: I hope the world's more peaceful by the time we have children of our own.

Bianca: Looks like someone fancies a treasure hunt! I was always dreamin' of adventures and treasure when I was his age.

Bianca: It looks like that soldier's travellin' around with his son. It reminds me of you and Pankraz, Hero.

Nera: I suppose it's to be expected that people will assume we're on our honeymoon.

Bianca: Someone's havin' sweet dreams! It's amazin' he can get to sleep at all with so much goin' on around him.

Nera: The face of a sleeping child is like the face of an angel. Oh! I want a baby!

Bianca: That bloke's really creepy. I dun't much like seein' men act like that.

Nera: I could never dance or dress like that. I'd be too embarrassed!

Bianca: Do you reckon the girl in the middle's pretty too, Hero?

Bianca: Hmph!

Bianca: Good!

Nera: The girl in the middle certainly is the most striking. I can see why she's so popular.

Bianca: The desert sounds pretty excitin'. Can we go and have a look, Hero?

Nera: I don't tend to be very good in the heat I'm afraid, but if you want to visit that desert, then of course I'm happy to go with you.

Bianca: I didn't expect to hear talk of Pankraz in a place like this.

Nera: Your father sounds like he was a great man. I wish I could have met him.

Bianca: Looks like that fella behind the bar's bin tryin' to help us out by bringin' a bit of info our way, eh?

Nera: Pubs seem to attract customers from all walks of life. I suppose it's logical then that it's a good place to get new information.

Bianca: Searching for a knight in shinin' armour sounds like fun! If I hadn't married you, I'd probably have a bash at that myself!

Nera: You're my knight in shining armour, Hero!

Bianca: So that fella makes ships in bottles? He dun't seem the type somehow.

Nera: He wouldn't be able to sell so many of them if they weren't of a decent quality. He must be very skilled.

Bianca: Let's go over there. We don't want to hang around here too long otherwise people'll start to think we're with him.

Bianca: The Grandmaster of the Underworld, eh? I wonder if he really exists. I hope not!

Nera: When you look at how wild things are out in the countryside nowadays, it's not hard to believe that this Grandmaster might be at work.

Nera: How bizarre! Men can be ever so funny sometimes.

Bianca: Urgh. That man looks like a really dirty piece of work.

Nera: I don't think I've ever seen anyone with quite that expression on their face before.

Bianca: She's makin' a go of things for herself, though, eh? Even though she is far from home. Good for her!

Nera: It sounds like there might be a bit more to the story of what brought her here than meets the eye.

Bianca: She en't wrong! That's a lot of sweat! Looks like it's hard work bein' a dancin' girl.

Nera: It's probably quite good for you to sweat like that. People say it gets rid of all the impurities.

Bianca: Hey! What d'you think you're doin'? You think it's alright to go bargin' in on people like that, do you?

Bianca: Pah! Pankraz must be cryin' tears of disappointment if he's lookin' down on you now from heaven!

Bianca: Right answer. So let's go.

Nera: You wouldn't like it if someone burst in on you like that, would you?

Nera: Well, maybe you should think how others feel sometimes.

Bianca: It's pretty here at night with the moonlight shinin' in.

Nera: What a lovely light the moon gives off in here.

Bianca: En't this bloke supposed to be the one takin' care of the lighthouse? I wonder if the flame's still goin'.

Nera: Surely night-time is when the lighthouse flame is most needed. Maybe we should wake him up.

Bianca: Hey! Maybe it's the cat who's keepin' watch over the lighthouse! Ha ha ha!

Nera: Perhaps it's the cat's turn to tend to the flame at night. Cats can be quite clever, you know.

Bianca: This is amazin'! I feel like I could reach out and touch the stars!

Nera: Don't walk too close to the edge, will you? I know the view's lovely at night, but it's a bit too scary for me.

Bianca: That bloke must really be a big fan of telescopes to be sleepin' here!

Nera: He he he! He looks just like a little boy!

Bianca: Blimey! This place is bigger than it looks!

Nera: I've been here lots of times before with Papa.

Bianca: This ship in a bottle is really well-made.

Nera: The ship inside this bottle looks just like Papa's ship.

Bianca: Oh! What a shame we can't afford it!

Nera: We can't afford it? Oh well. We are only just married, after all. Most people aren't that well-off at the beginning.

Bianca: Uh-oh! Looks like that's on its way out to sea!

Nera: I do feel sorry for the man, but he probably should've been a bit more careful with it if it means that much to him.

Bianca: Maybe we should go and pay a visit to Briscoletti.

Bianca: He did put on a great weddin' for us, after all.

Bianca: What a huge ship! This is so excitin'! Let's hurry up and get on board, Hero!

Nera: This was Papa's boat originally, but now it's your boat too. Why don't we go aboard?

Bianca: I en't scared of nothin' as long as I'm with you, Hero.

Nera: The sea monsters are scarier than ever lately. We should be careful.

Bianca: Have you bin on this boat before, Hero? Oh, right. You were on it once with your dad, eh?

Nera: I remember being on this ship a long time ago. I'd only just been taken in by the Briscolettis and I was so nervous.

Nera: We met a father and son who were travelling together. The boy was so young. It sort of gave me courage seeing him.

Nera: He had an expression in his eyes that I somehow haven't been able to clear from my mind even after all these years.

Nera: I don't suppose... Were you that little boy, Hero?

Nera: I knew it! That means the man who helped me aboard must've been your father...my father-in-law!

Nera: Oh dear! I hope you're not jealous now, then!

Nera: This boat's been in use for as long as I can remember. Papa certainly takes good care of his possessions.

Debora: I do enjoy being able to travel like this. Not to mention having three square meals a day and my own personal slave into the bargain.

Debora: Marriage isn't at all bad.

Debora: I don't mind port towns per se, but I hate the damage the sea air does to my poor hair. So you'd better find us an inn for the night pronto.

Debora: You've obviously met him before then, have you?

Debora: You must've done, because you cut him off before he explained himself, so you've clearly heard it all before.

Debora: A souvenir... I suppose we could start picking up the odd souvenir here and there. You'll obviously be the one who has to carry them, though.

Debora: How do they expect anyone to be able to visit if they're building it in such an awkward place?

Debora: Honestly! I don't know what goes on in people's heads sometimes.

Debora: I wonder how he'd react if we told him we held our wedding there. That'd wipe the smirk off his face!

Debora: I can't say I blame the Dragon God for wanting to take a break. It happens to the best of us.

Debora: I've no interest in saving money. If I ever need any, I just ask Papa.

Debora: How annoying! Couldn't he just go and get it for us rather than sending us off on a wild goose chase?

Debora: So he planned to be a pharmacist and now he's a sailor... Life certainly takes some unexpected turns.

Debora: I never imagined I'd be standing here with you now for one thing.

Debora: Can you get a move on and wrap things up here? Places like this make me feel claustrophobic.

Debora: You're not interested in hunting for treasure any more, are you, Hero? After all, you've found the greatest treasure there is...me!

Debora: If we're going to the desert, we'll need water. And suntan lotion and parasols and...

Debora: You'll have to get it all ready, okay? Not me. Just to be totally clear.

Debora: If there's a shrine to the legendary hero, I suppose there could still be some descendants of his around. Makes sense.

Debora: He didn't seem that interested in talk of the legendary hero.

Debora: Mind you, I doubt I would've taken much notice if I wasn't married to you.

Debora: I thought the legendary hero was just that: a thing of legend. But it seems that you're not the only one looking for him and believing he's real.

Debora: The Grandmaster... If he really exists, then there's probably a legendary hero out there somewhere too.

Nera: I stayed here with Papa and Debora when I was little.

Nera: I think we came here by boat that time too.

Debora: Nera and I stayed here with Papa when we were kids.

Debora: I tried to sneak out at night, but Papa was right outside the door. I'll say this for him: he's always been pretty on the ball in that respect.

Debora: Looks like they put on a show in the evenings. If you want to see it, I'll come with you.

Debora: You must be either brave or stupid, saying that when I'm right by your side.

Debora: I won't let you forget this in a hurry.

Debora: As if you'd dare say otherwise when you have me to answer to! It's good to see you know your place, Hero.

Debora: I never have problems with my make-up.

Debora: By the way, I've decided to have an early night tonight. All these new experiences have worn me out.

Debora: How much longer do these stairs go on? My feet are killing me!

Debora: Working here wouldn't be too bad. Not with three meals a day, a siesta, plenty of breaks and my own servant to take over every once in a while.

Debora: I don't need to worry about whether I'm a chosen one or not. It stands to reason that I would be.

Debora: I still don't feel inclined to climb all the way up to the top of that mountain, though.

Debora: The view's not bad. It would be a lot better if we hadn't had to climb all those stairs to get to it.

Debora: It's getting late so you'd better hurry up and find us somewhere to stay. Nothing irritates me more than a man who's slow off the mark.

Debora: Ugh! He reeks of drink! You won't know what's hit you if you ever come home to me in that state, Hero.

Debora: You'd better toughen up a bit then, Hero. I wouldn't want you dragging me down.

Debora: Can't he do his crying in private? Besides anything else, he's old and he could catch his death out here.

Debora: I went to casinos with Papa more times than I can remember, but he hardly ever let me play on anything.

Debora: I'll make up for that the next time I go, though. You'll have to stump up all the money for the tokens, Hero.

Debora: You picked a 'good'un' too, Hero. So you'd better make sure you keep working hard to deserve me.

Debora: Sounds like quite a dream she's having there! I wonder if she often has awful dreams.

Debora: Mama's just like that, always worrying far too much about her babies.

Debora: But maybe I'll end up just the same when I'm a mother. Do you think I will, Hero?

Debora: Hm. So that's how you see me, is it?

Debora: You're right. Any child of mine will be special like me, so I won't have anything to worry about.

Debora: That reminds me of how Nera: used to bury her things and draw treasure maps when she was little.

Debora: Did I do the same? No, but I had a whale of a time digging up her stash! Ha!

Debora: Oh yes. I suppose we're proper newlyweds. I'd completely forgotten already.

Debora: He's doing well to stay asleep in a busy spot like this. That's a skill that'll stand him in good stead in the future.

Debora: Stupid buffoon! He was so fixated on that dancing girl that he didn't notice he had a real beauty standing right next to him.

Debora: I suppose the one in the middle is the prettiest. She's still not a patch on me, though.

Debora: If we're going to the desert, we'll need water. And suntan lotion and parasols and...

Debora: You'll have to get it all ready, okay? Not me. Just to be totally clear.

Debora: The old man was talking about your father, wasn't he? It's a shame I never got to meet him.

Debora: He doesn't look like he's paying much attention to what people say, but he obviously takes it all in. He could be a useful person to know.

Debora: A knight in shining armour? I'd rather have a personal slave who's at my constant beck and call.

Debora: Don't let that go to your head, though. It wasn't intended as a compliment.

Debora: If he can make ships in bottles, he's obviously a lot cleverer than he looks.

Debora: The Grandmaster... If he really exists, then there's probably a legendary hero out there somewhere too.

Debora: Let's be on our way, Hero. We don't want to be associated with the likes of him.

Debora: Men like him really are a waste of space.

Debora: Sounds like there was a reason she couldn't stay at home. It's a long way for a young girl to come travelling on her own.

Debora: I never do yucky things like sweating. I leave all that to you, Hero.

Debora: You're an oaf, Hero. If you ever come barging in on me like that, you'll be sorry!

Debora: It's lovely in the moonlight. And it means people can enjoy my good looks at night as well as during the day.

Debora: Er, he's not much of a lighthouse keeper if he sleeps at night. This is when the flame needs to be alight!

Debora: Surely he's not left it up to the cat to look after the flame. No cat's that clever!

Debora: The stars are lovely, aren't they? I'm very drawn to pretty things. I suppose like attracts like.

Debora: He can't part with his beloved telescope even when he's asleep. You men never grow up, do you?

Debora: Papa brought me here lots of times.

Debora: Do you know how they make ships in bottles, Hero?

Debora: You're surprisingly good when it comes to trivia. Not that I'd accept anything less from my personal servant, of course.

Debora: They feed each piece in one by one and assemble them inside the bottle. You're lucky I'm so knowledgeable.

Debora: I've never been so poor that I couldn't afford one measly souvenir. You'd better not make me feel this wretched ever again, Hero.

Debora: What a klutz! I find people like that so irritating.

Nera: Oh dear. We should probably have asked for Papa's permission before trying to take the boat.

Debora: What an oaf! Fancy not recognising me!

Debora: Looks like we'll have to go home and ask for Papa's permission to use the boat. What a pain!

Debora: This is Papa's boat, which means it's also mine. You can use it if you want.

Debora: This is Papa's boat, which means it's also mine. You can use it if you want.

Debora: This boat's certainly starting to show its age. I suppose it's had a lot of use over the years.

Debora: You don't need to worry, though. Papa always takes good care of things, so I'm sure it's seaworthy. Probably.

Nera: I used to draw treasure maps when I was his age. I'd even go so far as to bury the treasure myself. He he!

Nera: But it was really very strange. I'd always end up finding the treasure mysteriously back inside my cupboard.

Nera: I was completely baffled by it. Debora said it was probably some faeries up to their tricks.

Debora: When I was little, I once sailed on this boat from Littlehaven with Papa and Nera.

Debora: It was my first time on a boat, so I was desperate to get on. I was running and I bumped into a tough-looking warrior.

Debora: It was his fault, though. He was standing stock-still, dazzled by my beauty. No matter that I was less than half his age!

Debora: I was reminded of that the first time we ever met. I just had a feeling of déjà vu.

Debora: We should leave him to his thoughts. That's about all we can do for him.

Debora: What's wrong? Why are you looking so troubled?

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Bianca: Do you think that big boat over there is the Ventuno casino ship Briscoletti was on about?

Bianca: I wonder if the whole boat has bin made into a casino. This could be fun! Come on, let's go and see what's what.

Nera: It was all so busy when we were here for our wedding. I hope you'll be able to enjoy looking around a bit more today.

Bianca: Yeah, you need a fair bit of cash before you can really have a good go at gamblin'. Otherwise it's all over in an instant.

Bianca: Part of me wants to go a bit wild, what with it bein' our honeymoon. But I know we need to be sensible about the future too.

Nera: I think you can still have fun with a small amount of money, as long as you set your sights accordingly.

Bianca: I wonder what her story is. D'you think she's got some kind of problem?

Nera: She wants to go on board the Ventuno, and yet she can't. You can really sense the sadness in that poor woman.

Bianca: Come on! What are we waitin' for?

Nera: Mind how you go when you step onto the pontoon, won't you, darling?

Bianca: Huh. He's probably right, but he en't exactly got a nice way of puttin' it, eh?

Nera: I wonder if that fellow spends all his time there, teasing the casino customers like that.

Bianca: But she's not actually on the ship! ...Or is that splittin' hairs?

Nera: What a strange occupation it is just to be standing there like that all the time.

Bianca: What a huge ship! It's much bigger than the boat Briscoletti give us, eh?

Nera: I'm not very familiar with the layout of the ship, either. So we can explore it together.

Bianca: So this was Briscoletti's own idea, eh? Pretty impressive stuff.

Nera: I knew Papa was a big fan of this place, but I had no idea that it was his creation.

Nera: He must have set it up during the time I was away at the abbey.

Bianca: Yeah, I might end up feelin' a bit dicky myself. I'm sure I'd feel better if I won, mind!

Nera: Maybe the rocking about would put you into a kind of trance and you'd end up winning at the slot machines without even trying!

Bianca: Briscoletti must be pretty loaded to be able to employ someone like him all the way out here, eh?

Nera: Casinos do have a tendency to get rather wild. It's important to make sure the customers are safe.

Bianca: Let's just forget about everythin' else while we're here and have a good time, eh, Hero? Nera: We are on our honeymoon, I suppose. It can't hurt to let down our hair a little bit and have some fun.

Bianca: A weddin' on a boat, eh? Still, our weddin' was nicer than anyone's, I reckon!

Nera: I think we were the first couple to be married here. And I know we're going to be really happy.

Bianca: I s'pose sailors have to work shifts so there's always someone on duty at any time of day. Looks like pretty hard work.

Nera: Oops! Looks like we've invaded the sailors' quarters.

Bianca: Yeah, if only we could get in the kind of wins we expected, eh?

Nera: Papa did something to the slot machines because he says it's boring if casinos pay out too predictably.

Bianca: Yeah, you'll have to make sure you dun't get too carried away, eh? Still, I'm here lookin' over your shoulder, so you should be okay.

Nera: I wonder which one of them is her husband.

Bianca: D'you think he'd really be havin' fun if he lost, then?

Nera: That's exactly right. It's probably a good idea to find something to do that will lift your spirits when you lose.

Bianca: I s'pose the place does need a captain, bein' a boat and all.

Nera: He really doesn't take no for an answer. It can be quite embarrassing at times.

Bianca: That is pretty impressive, but you've bin through at least ten times that many fights, eh, Hero?

Nera: ............

Nera: I think you're much more accomplished than that.

Bianca: It does seem a bit frivolous to be travellin' about for fun in this day and age.

Nera: She must be a strong woman to be travelling about under these circumstances.

Bianca: Blimey! You wouldn't have thought they'd have rooms this grand on a ship, eh, Hero?

Nera: I've come to like the sea since we started our journey together, Hero. It's wonderful to look at the stars from onboard a ship.

Nera: He he he! It was like sleeping in a big rocking cradle last night, wasn't it, darling?

Bianca: That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages. You were out for the count as well, Hero.

Bianca: What a dance! If any bloke fancied a closer look at the footwork, she'd knock him for six no trouble!

Nera: I wouldn't get too close if I were you, otherwise you might get kicked too.

Bianca: You can see right up everyone's nostrils when they crane their necks up at the stage like that. Yuck!

Nera: The dance is thrilling, indeed, but I think the outfits might be even more so!

Bianca: Maybe I should give it a go, eh?

Bianca: Ha ha! Only jokin'!

Nera: If only I had the courage to dance in front of people like they do.

Bianca: Maybe I should get a job here if ever we run out of money then, eh?

Nera: It's a terrible thing that young girls have to do work like this just for the money.

Nera: But with Papa running the place, I'm sure it's a lot more highbrow than other establishments.

Bianca: I wonder if that's what happens to you if you end up doin' that kind of job too long.

Nera: People say that women become more beautiful if they're looked at with appreciation. It makes me feel all embarrassed, though.

Bianca: Do you reckon she's new here? She seems a bit unsure of herself.

Nera: One, two... One and two...

Nera: I can have a little go at dancing here because no one can really see me.

Bianca: All these dancin' girls make themselves up the same way, so it's hard to tell 'em apart!

Nera: Oh! I think that girl was at the abbey when I was! No, I must be imagining it.

Bianca: Watch where you're treadin', Hero! Are you tryin' to get yourself in trouble or somethin'?

Bianca: Huh! If it's trouble you're after, I'll give you plenty if you're not careful!

Bianca: Hmmm... Are you sure about that?

Nera: Darling... Did you tread on that girl's foot?

Nera: How rude!

Nera: Good. I'm not sure I'd like to be married to the kind of man who goes around treading on people's toes.

Bianca: I get it. But I'm not sure he'll catch any cheats standin' there.

Nera: Does that mean you can cheat at the casino, then?

Nera: Hmm, I've no idea how.

Bianca: If he reckons he knows so much, why dun't he get up an' 'ave a go then, eh?

Nera: That man was rather opinionated, wasn't he? It sounded as if he knew what he was talking about, though.

Bianca: Ha ha! I wish I could've seen him get hit, that would've bin funny!

Nera: He must've been trying to get a very close-up view for that to happen.

Bianca: Does that mean this boat belongs to Briscoletti, then? That bloke's got it made, eh?

Nera: Papa donated some money to the abbey I stayed at too.

Nera: But I asked Abbess Abovall to treat me just like everyone else regardless, which was nice.

Bianca: He seems a bit shook up, eh? It can be a bit of a blow when you lose, I s'pose.

Nera: Papa often used to say it's a good idea to pray to the Goddess before you end up losing too much.

Bianca: Yeah, I'll bet. He certainly en't gettin' his money together by defeatin' monsters.

Nera: Yes, well, I've never really thought about that before. I wonder how everyone's getting on.

Bianca: Typical! There's all them desperate, greedy people out there, and then someone like her comes along and wins!

Nera: She's lucky that she won without even trying. I just hope she doesn't end up addicted as a result. That wouldn't be so lucky.

Bianca: Now I'm jealous! We could do with a win like that.

Nera: The problem with winning is that it's hard to know where to draw the line.

Bianca: Yeah, but ten thousand can turn into a hundred, and a hundred can turn into one too. It works both ways.

Nera: We'll have to keep steadily building up our tokens, just like he said.

Bianca: That's the first time I've seen a priest in a casino! I wonder if the Goddess'll answer his prayers.

Nera: Surely it's not the done thing to waste a prayer to the Goddess on such a thing! I certainly wouldn't do it.

Bianca: It's bigger than I expected. Looks like we could have a lot of fun here!

Nera: Where do we start? I quite like going for Double or Nothing at the poker table myself.

Bianca: That was a stroke of luck! I wonder why no one else spotted it, though. It's so shiny that it's pretty hard to miss.

Nera: How fortunate! Maybe we're having a bit of a lucky streak.

Bianca: Dun't look like they've got any of the special Zoomshine, though, eh? Life is but a drink...ha ha ha!

Nera: Oh yes! These are all Papa's favourite drinks!

Bianca: They've even got a T 'n' T board! This ship's just one big fun palace, eh?

Nera: You're probably surprised to see a T 'n' T board here, right? I know I am!

Bianca: Yeah, you can never get as far as you think you can. It's a tricky old game.

Nera: Yes, you have to keep checking your position and figuring out the best route forward. It's not easy.

Bianca: I dun't remember the ship rockin' all that much, do you?

Nera: There were probably times when the boat rocking worked in his favour as well, though.

Bianca: Yeah, and you can't buy the tickets, neither, so you have to think pretty hard before you use them all up.

Nera: That reminds me. I heard once about a T 'n' T free pass that lets you play as many times as you like.

Bianca: Nope. I could never just laze about havin' fun if there were things to be won.

Nera: I don't think I think too much. So I win some and I lose some.

Bianca: So this is where the casino prizes are kept? Ooh! Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Bianca: Yeah!

Bianca: Oh.

Nera: It looks like I'd be in a lot of trouble if I messed with anything here, no matter that I'm a Briscoletti myself!

Bianca: There's certainly a lot of gear in here. Looks like everyone must've come to stay for a while, eh?

Nera: It's as if people are planning on staying as long as it takes to have a big win, don't you think?

Bianca: He may not go off playin' in the casino, but surely sleepin' on the job is just as bad!

Nera: Sailors like him have people's lives in their hands, so you'd really hope for a little more care to be taken.

Bianca: I s'pose it would be pretty nice gettin' married here, but it'd be tricky to get your guests to come all this way.

Nera: I was only ever allowed in my own room and out on deck when I rode on ships with Papa.

Nera: I had no idea that he felt so strongly about it, though.

Bianca: That's a fair old load of cookin' utensils there, eh? You could make anythin' you liked with them.

Nera: Mmm, what a lovely smell! I'm starting to feel a bit hungry now.

Bianca: Do you think that big boat over there is the Ventuno casino ship Briscoletti was on about?

Bianca: I wonder if the whole boat has bin made into a casino. This could be fun! Come on, let's go and see what's what.

Nera: It was all so busy when we were here for our wedding. I hope you'll be able to enjoy looking around a bit more today.

Bianca: Yeah, the casino can almost be a bit romantic of a night. Perfect for honeymooners, eh?

Nera: She's resting here? Do you think she lost all her money and can't afford to pay for an inn?

Bianca: Come on! What are we waitin' for?

Nera: Mind how you go when you step onto the pontoon, won't you, darling?

Bianca: Maybe I should make a wish too. I wish I'll spend the rest of my life with Hero!

Nera: I've wished upon a star more times than I can count.

Nera: I always wished that I'd find the boy I once met on Papa's ship again.

Bianca: En't it a bit sad drinkin' on your own like that?

Nera: Well, we're enjoying a nice walk under the stars, aren't we, darling?

Bianca: So they dun't sail this ship no more, eh?

Nera: How sweet! It must take a lot of dedication to become a ship's captain.

Bianca: Blimey! It's all go for him whether he's awake or asleep, eh?

Nera: He must be a keen gambler to be fretting about it in his sleep!

Bianca: He's in a bit of a state, eh?

Nera: That poor man! He seems rather disturbed.

Bianca: Fair enough. I'd prefer to just get a bit of fresh air, personally.

Nera: Maybe we should have a little dance once we've finished playing, then?

Bianca: Brrr. His eyes are really scary.

Nera: People can get far too wound up by the whole casino experience. It should just be about having a bit of fun.

Bianca: What a funny old man! I hope he dun't hurt himself with that kind of carry on!

Nera: He he he! He obviously doesn't like to be beaten, does he?

Bianca: Yeah. I wonder why the sea air makes everythin' so sticky.

Nera: Yes, she seems a sticky character, that's for sure. Sorry... I was just making a joke.

Bianca: It's hard work tryin' to sleep durin' the day. I much prefer sleepin' of a night.

Nera: He seems a reliable sort. I'm sure the ship's safe in his hands.

Bianca: He en't got a bad voice, but I dun't have a clue what them lyrics are all about.

Nera: What a voice! He certainly knows how to command everyone's attention.

Bianca: His voice is hardly high-pitched, eh?

Nera: Um... Moonwort bulb can be great for stopping the wobbles!

Bianca: He may not look the part, but it's his job to be on the lookout for cheats, eh?

Nera: The atmosphere certainly is relaxed. It's rather romantic, in fact...

Bianca: I think we'd prob'ly better leave him be.

Nera: There can only be one reason for being miserable in a place like this. He's obviously lost all his money and can't afford to travel home.

Bianca: It en't a bad voice, that's for sure. It certainly gives the place a unique kind of atmosphere.

Nera: It's amazing to see how people are so enthralled with this man's singing. I wonder if he's famous.

Bianca: I didn't know priests gambled. He seems a bit hooked, actually. Do you think that's okay?

Nera: I suppose priests are people too. It can't hurt for him to have a little bit of fun.

Bianca: The idea of a floatin' casino is all well and good, but it's a bit of a pain for people to get to.

Nera: This is a lovely spot. And the island's nice too, with its lovely crescent shape. Just like a new moon!

Bianca: There's no point hangin' around a T 'n' T board if you en't got no T 'n' T tickets.

Nera: Oh dear. He won't be able to play any more, then.

Bianca: I never heard of that before. Crikey! A free pass to T 'n' T would be like a dream come true, eh?

Nera: I've heard about that. Yes, the T 'n' T free pass, it's called.

Bianca: I can think of better ways to go down in history, thank you very much!

Nera: Don't worry. The sea around here isn't very deep, so there's nothing for us to sink in.

Bianca: What a poor excuse for a sailor! ...We won't sink, will we!?

Nera: I can't swim either. You'll have to rescue me if it ever comes to it, okay?

Bianca: Fancy sayin' that in his sleep! He really is a shirker!

Nera: I'm afraid that chap's likely to lose his job before long if he's not careful.

Bianca: Now that's dedication, dreamin' about cookin' even in your sleep!

Nera: I find cooking really good fun. It's always so exciting to see how things turn out.

Debora: I didn't have the chance to play at the casino when we were here for our wedding, so I'm really going to have some fun today.

Debora: Poor people are so boring! I don't want you guarding the purse strings. Spend as much as it takes!

Debora: Sounds like she'd like to be aboard herself. She'll just have to make do with being close by instead.

Debora: You know, they usually charge people just for getting on the pontoon. But I did some name-dropping and mentioned Papa, so we got on for free.

Debora: Hero! I hope you're not going to show me up!

Debora: Work? I'd hardly call it work. Looks to me like those bunny girls just stand about the place the whole time.

Debora: Papa's not here today, so we can really go to town and have some fun!

Debora: I heard that Papa had this place built back when Nera was away at the abbey.

Debora: And as I remember it, Mama refused to speak to him for about three days when she found out!

Debora: It's easy to forget about the motion if you put your mind to it.

Debora: Everyone that comes here is really rich, so it would be bad news if anything untoward happened.

Debora: Absolutely! We should make the most of it and really enjoy ourselves while we're here.

Debora: Indeed. Except your promise to me was more one of eternal devotion than love.

Debora: What have you brought me to this filthy hole for? We're supposed to be here to have fun.

Debora: Papa said something once about how he'd fixed it so wins on the slot machines couldn't be predicted.

Debora: I'll never tell you that you can't visit a casino.

Debora: I will tell you that you have to take me with you, though!

Debora: Good fun? There's nothing fun about being a loser.

Debora: Yep, once Papa makes his mind up about something, there's absolutely no changing it.

Debora: Only five? That's hardly worth boasting about.

Debora: Sounds like she enjoys her travels. There's no sign of a husband with her, though.

Debora: There wouldn't be anything elegant about it if she ate too much and then felt seasick!

Debora: That bed was so comfortable! Trust Papa to get it just right.

Debora: She must be really into her dancing.

Debora: Watch it, Hero! I don't like the way you're staring.

Debora: Can I keep up? Ha! I could give her a run for her money if I wanted to.

Debora: I wonder just how much Papa is paying these girls.

Debora: I don't blame her. I always find it really irritating when men make it so obvious they can't take their eyes off me.

Debora: She's obviously new. She's totally out of synch with the other girls.

Debora: All of these dancing girls wear such heavy make-up.

Debora: I suppose it's because they don't have the natural beauty I have.

Debora: You didn't tread on that girl's foot then, did you?

Debora: Tsk! You're a disgrace. I can't take you anywhere.

Debora: I wonder... Wimp that you are, you always go red when you tell a lie, so it's a bit of a giveaway.

Debora: If he's supposed to be on the lookout for cheats, then what's he been doing staring at the stage all the time?

Debora: I hardly think he's in a position to pass judgement on the dancing! I'm sure they can dance a lot better than he can.

Debora: Serves him right for getting too close.

Debora: I never knew Papa did that.

Debora: Quick, let's get away from him! Bad luck can be catching, you know.

Debora: Yes, no matter how many times I ask Papa why he's so rich he won't tell me.

Debora: So she managed to win even though she doesn't know how to play? Some people have all the luck.

Debora: Your luck in a casino can run out just as quickly as it comes.

Debora: Don't you go being stingy over each and every coin, will you? You have to spend money to make money!

Debora: I wouldn't mind worshipping the Goddess if she granted prayers like winning at the casino!

Debora: What shall we start with? I like going for broke on the poker table myself.

Debora: It seems a bit desperate, picking up tokens from the floor like that.

Debora: It's true. I've seen Papa drinking all of these.

Debora: I can't believe Papa even built a T 'n' T board here!

Debora: It's better just to go for it and see what happens rather than trying to plan a route. You never know your luck!

Debora: We'd better watch out for that when we're rolling too.

Debora: I wonder who makes T 'n' T tickets anyway.

Debora: Precisely! It's better just to go with your gut. That's the way to win, if you ask me.

Debora: As if I would! How dare he insinuate such a thing!

Debora: It looks like some people have moved here permanently, what with all this luggage.

Debora: He's got some nerve slacking off from his work so blatantly right in front of me!

Debora: He's probably the reason Papa didn't want me down here.

Debora: Well, they're all rich folk, so I suppose they're bound to be quite fussy when it comes to their food.

Debora: I didn't have the chance to play at the casino when we were here for our wedding, so I'm really going to have some fun today.

Debora: She's going on about the Ventuno at night, but what would she know about it from being stood here?

Debora: You usually have to make a reservation to get on the pontoon, but they're letting you on because you're with me.

Debora: Wishing upon a star? Waste of time if you ask me.

Debora: Mmm, sounds nice. You look like you'd prefer a decent meal to a flute of champagne, mind you.

Debora: Come to think of it, are you filling out our ship's log properly every day?

Debora: I've never seen you doing it. Why the secrecy?

Debora: What!? Who do you expect to do it if you don't?

Debora: Huh! You'd just better make sure you do it from now on.

Debora: Imagine the disappointment if you dreamt you'd had a big win and then woke up to find it was just a dream!

Debora: What a fool! Surely he could've stopped before he ended up that bad.

Debora: When I need to unwind, I find a good bit of shopping works much better than any gentle dancing could.

Debora: Ah, but the problem with that philosophy is that tomorrow never comes.

Debora: He certainly doesn't look like he's up to it nowadays.

Debora: The sea air is just terrible for messing up my hair. I'll never get on with it.

Debora: Um, isn't he the only one in charge? What happens to the ship when he sleeps?

Debora: What a weird little ditty he's singing!

Debora: I always prefer men with nice, deep voices, personally.

Debora: I know it's his job, but he's the one ruining the atmosphere if you ask me.

Debora: He's obviously gone and lost all his money and now he can't afford the fare home.

Debora: Why don't you give us a tune, Hero? On second thoughts, maybe not.

Debora: Are priests even allowed in casinos?

Debora: I wonder if they'll put the Ventuno out to sea once it's peaceful again.

Debora: It'd make it a bit awkward to get to, though.

Debora: You're good for T 'n' T tickets, right, Hero?

Debora: You'll be in a lot of trouble if you tell me now we don't have any and I can't play!

Debora: Yes, the free pass. I remember Papa talking about that.

Debora: Hmph! It's bad luck to even say things like that when you're on a boat.

Debora: Why would anyone become a sailor if they couldn't swim? I'd find another job if I was him.

Debora: Maybe I should tell Papa and have him fired.

Debora: Maybe we should sample some of his food if it's that perfect. You can try it first, though, and make sure it's good enough for me.

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Bianca: I was a bit too casual about this desert lark. If it weren't for this oasis, I'd have prob'ly shrivelled up and died!

Bianca: There's even some greenery here! It really is an oasis in the middle of a desert. Wouldn't want to live here, mind.

Bianca: I reckon I could drink enough water to fill a small lake at the moment! Mustn't drink this place dry, mind.

Nera: I'm okay, r-really. Don't worry about me. I'm fine now we're here at the oasis.

Nera: We should make sure we have some water while we're here so that we can rehydrate a little.

Nera: Do you think people set up home here so that they could help weary travellers like us?

Nera: Whether that's the reason or not, I don't think I could be more grateful to find them here!

Bianca: It must be awful bein' a dog in the heat like this. It's not like it can take its coat off.

Nera: That poor dog! It must be absolutely boiling.

Bianca: It's nice and cool inside the tent. If you can just get out of the sun, it makes a big difference.

Nera: It only looks like a small tent from the outside, but it's surprisingly well-equipped. You could probably live here quite comfortably.

Bianca: Looks like not many people pass by here. Not surprisin', really.

Bianca: I always thought people who live out in the sticks like this would be a bit unfriendly, but he was lovely.

Nera: Helmunaptra to the west and King Dominicus's Dominion to the south-east. That's right, isn't it? I'm terrible at remembering directions.

Nera: You can decide where to go. I'll go along with whatever you choose.

Bianca: He was a bit aggressive at first! I wonder what them desert roses he was talkin' about are.

Nera: I think a desert rose is a special kind of mineral you get around these parts.

Bianca: A museum. That sounds like it could be a bit of a laugh!

Nera: I wonder how long ago that man was here. I'd quite like to visit the museum if it's been built by now.

Bianca: Hah! We've got a desert rose of our own, thanks very much!

Nera: He must have an awful lot of desert roses for him to call it a collection.

Bianca: Brrr. It's quite chilly in the desert of a night, eh?

Bianca: I reckon I might've caught a cold. I'm feelin' a bit feverish.

Nera: Boiling hot in the day and freezing cold at night. The desert is certainly a place of extremes.

Nera: Take care not to catch a cold or anything, won't you?

Bianca: It's not quite as cold inside the tent. Looks like the dog has that figured out too!

Nera: I think that dog's trying to protect the old man, you know. Isn't that sweet?

Bianca: Looks like not many people pass by here. Not surprisin', really.

Bianca: I always thought people who live out in the sticks like this would be a bit unfriendly, but he was lovely.

Nera: Helmunaptra to the west and King Dominicus's Dominion to the south-east. That's right, isn't it? I'm terrible at remembering directions.

Nera: You can decide where to go. I'll go along with whatever you choose.

Nera: Oops! We woke that old man up. We should try to be quiet so that he can get some sleep.

Debora: You know what you have to do now we're at the oasis, right?

Debora: Precisely. Bring me some water. Not just to drink, either. I'm going to have a wash too, so make sure you bring plenty.

Debora: Do I have to spell everything out for you? You have to bring me some water. I want a drink, of course!

Debora: And you'd better bring plenty while you're at it, because I'm going to have a wash as well.

Debora: It's a bit shabby, but at least it should give us a bit of respite from the heat.

Debora: What are you waiting for, Hero? I'm going in.

Debora: I wish I'd brought my swimming costume now. It would be lovely to have a splash about and cool off.

Debora: It must be unbearably hot with all that fur. It's bad enough for us.

Debora: It's cooler in here than I thought it would be. Aah, just what I needed. Bring me a glass of water, will you, Hero?

Debora: It doesn't sound like many people make it all the way out here.

Debora: Helmunaptra to the west... King Dominicus's Dominion to the south-east, right? You'd better write it down so I don't have to bother remembering it.

Debora: A museum? For some reason, I always seem to get very drowsy whenever I visit museums.

Debora: His way of greeting people certainly leaves a lot to be desired. What a yob!

Debora: I bet he was actually desperate to show off his collection. Well, I don't want to see it, so there!

Debora: His way of greeting people certainly leaves a lot to be desired. What a yob!

Debora: I bet he was actually desperate to show off his collection. Well, I'm not interested, so there!

Debora: It's getting cold now. There's no happy medium in the desert, is there? You're either too hot or too cold.

Debora: So you'd better take care, Hero. Make sure you don't let me catch a cold or anything.

Debora: I wonder how Bingo's getting on. He always liked to have company. A bit like me, really. Maybe he's lonely...

Debora: Sorry? Ha! No, I'm fine. I'm not lonely any more. How could I be, with you always hanging around?

Debora: This dog's trying to protect the old man, isn't he? That's what I like about dogs: they always obey their masters.

Debora: What are we standing around for? Let's go! We can't hang around here forever. That poor man will never get any sleep otherwise.

Debora: Helmunaptra to the west and King Dominicus's Dominion to the south-east? I'll just pick one and go there.

Debora: All you have to do is follow.

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Bianca: They did a good job of buildin' a castle all the way out here.

Bianca: I feel like I'm about to collapse in all this heat! I s'pose we'll look back on our ⓗhot honeymoonⓘ one day and laugh, though, eh?

Nera: I'd love to have a proper look at the castle, but I can hardly keep my eyes open with all this sand flying about.

Nera: It must have been terribly hard work for the people who built this here.

Nera: Fancy Papa sending a messenger all the way out here! He really is a worrywart, isn't he?

Nera: He's sent us some money. We should accept it gracefully. I'm sure that would make him really happy.

Bianca: That poor man! We should help him find some water.

Nera: Oh dear! We can't just leave him lying there. We must try to find him some water.

Bianca: He's a sharp one, eh? Leapin' up to do business with the folk who just saved his life!

Nera: Here's hoping that he doesn't end up in such a sorry state again.

Bianca: Yeah, it definitely dun't sound like a good idea, goin' huntin' about without a hat in this heat.

Nera: I should think it's too hot for treasure hunting even with a hat. I certainly wouldn't feel up to it.

Bianca: Rocks in the shape of a rose? That sounds weird. We'll have to have a look for one of those if we get the chance.

Nera: I've seen one of those before. They really are curious things.

Bianca: I've had my share of rows with my own dad, but it's never got to the point where I've stormed out and run away.

Nera: I've never once had an argument with either of my parents. Is that not the norm?

Bianca: Wouldn't it be handy if the legendary hero was actually here? I doubt we'll get that lucky, though.

Nera: We hear talk of the legendary hero wherever we go, but they speak of him an awful lot here, don't they?

Bianca: Oh, right. I didn't know the legendary hero was the child of a Zenithian. I wonder how you'd go about meetin' 'em.

Nera: Of course. The legendary hero had the blood of a Zenithian.

Bianca: It's lovely and cool and refreshin' in here. I feel like I've got a new lease of life all of a sudden.

Nera: They keep this place incredibly clean, don't they? There's hardly a speck of sand to be seen.

Bianca: That's a shame. It's goin' to be hard to find the legendary hero's descendants if we dun't know what happened to 'em.

Nera: Maybe the legendary hero's descendants are just living quietly somewhere like normal people.

Bianca: Blimey. He did well, eh? First he was mates with the legendary hero, and then he built his own castle!

Nera: That must be why there's so much talk about the legendary hero here. The person who built the castle was a friend of his.

Bianca: Well, we en't heard news of the legendary hero appearin' back on the scene yet. I s'pose that means the world's not in too bad a state still.

Nera: Do you think that means we have to wait until the world is on the brink of disaster before we can meet with the legendary hero?

Bianca: If they're guardin' the legendary helm ready for when the hero comes back, maybe we'd be better off just waitin' for him here.

Nera: I wonder if the rest of the Zenithian Equipment is being looked after in the same way elsewhere.

Bianca: Surely you can't really practise your swordsmanship against a dummy? Nope, the best way is to go into battle for real.

Nera: Kaaah! Hii-yaaah!

Nera: He he he! Sorry. It looks like that soldier's enthusiasm must be catching.

Bianca: It dun't look like the Queen's in her throne room, eh?

Nera: Her Majesty obviously doesn't care too much about form. It's unusual not to find a royal in their throne room.

Bianca: Sounds like it won't be long now before the legendary hero puts in another appearance.

Nera: Maybe the legendary hero doesn't realise his true identity.

Nera: Otherwise, how can he just stand by doing nothing while the world falls deeper and deeper into crisis?

Bianca: Crikey! I never expected to see all this greenery in the middle of the desert!

Nera: What a beautiful garden! It's like entering another world.

Bianca: Hmm. Sounds like the Queen here is quite somethin', eh?

Nera: It certainly is a very impressive garden.

Bianca: How embarrassin'! As long as you think I'm a beauty, Hero, that's all I care about.

Nera: He he! I may look pure, but looks can be deceiving. You know that better than anyone, don't you, darling?

Bianca: Hmm. So desert roses crop up in places where there used to be water.

Nera: I wonder if that means the whole world was once covered in greenery.

Bianca: Blimey! That Queen Cleohatra's quite a looker, en't she?

Bianca: What she said was pretty interestin' too. We should get her to take us to the legendary hero's grave.

Nera: The legendary hero's grave? I'd like to see that. We should have her show us where it is.

Bianca: Now's not the time to stand about chattin', Hero! Her Majesty's already on her way.

Nera: She's very fast on her feet, isn't she? We'd better hurry, otherwise we might lose sight of her.

Bianca: There's a lot to talk about, but our first priority should be tryin' on that helmet.

Nera: We can talk later. First and foremost, you need to try on that helmet.

Bianca: The Queen seemed a bit disappointed, eh? We should probably go and have a word with her.

Bianca: I was startin' to think that it really might be you, Hero.

Bianca: But you can't equip the Zenithian Sword neither, so it can't be. Still, I do feel like there's somethin' a bit special about you.

Nera: It seems that Her Majesty is trying to find the legendary hero too. Her method is just a bit different to ours.

Nera: Perhaps we should go and speak with her again before we leave, darling?

Bianca: I reckon we should tell her the situation. You never know. She might be able to help out.

Nera: You're being rather cautious aren't you, darling? I'm sure that Her Majesty can be trusted.

Bianca: King Pankraz... Searchin' for his wife with his infant child... That can't just be a coincidence.

Nera: That sounds just like you and your father. Do you think you could be a prince?

Bianca: We should head off to that Gotha place in the east and see what it's all about.

Nera: The eastern kingdom of Gotha... We could probably find out all kinds of things if we went there.

Bianca: I thought it'd still be boilin' hot, but it gets pretty cold in the desert of a night, eh?

Nera: It's so quiet in the desert at night. It feels like we've entered a world devoid of all sound.

Bianca: Looks like we can't get inside the castle of a night. We should probably get some shut-eye anyway.

Nera: If they won't let us inside the castle, there's not much we can do. We should probably rest for the night.

Bianca: I do feel pretty feverish at the minute. Maybe I've gone and caught a cold.

Nera: Atchoo!

Nera: Brrr. I have been feeling a bit of a chill these last few days, actually.

Bianca: Sounds like they've bin waitin' a pretty long time, eh? I s'pose it's possible that the legendary hero won't show his face durin' our lifetimes.

Nera: So many people are waiting desperately for him, and yet still he doesn't appear. Maybe that means the world isn't in such bad shape after all.

Bianca: It is pretty chilly. Another layer or two definitely wouldn't hurt.

Nera: I'm feeling a bit cold now myself, I must say.

Bianca: Rocks in the shape of a rose? That sounds weird. We'll have to have a look for one of those if we get the chance.

Nera: I've seen one of those before. They really are curious things.

Bianca: He can't fool us, eh? It's pretty obvious how worried he is about her.

Nera: I'm sure time will heal this rift between them eventually. A parent and child can't stay angry at each other forever.

Bianca: Yeah, I'd heard about how hot it gets in the day and how cold it gets at night, but I still never imagined it'd be this bad.

Nera: Your body can probably become accustomed to living in all kinds of strange climates, given enough time.

Bianca: Looks like that bloke has the hero on his mind constantly, even when he's asleep!

Nera: We can only hope that the desperation of the people here to see the legendary hero will call out to him and prompt him to show his face.

Debora: I'm sick of all this sand swirling about the place! It's all over my hair and ⓚⓛ look ⓚⓛ it's even got inside my clothes somehow!

Debora: You're the one who said we should come here, so you'd better hurry up and fix this by finding us somewhere decent to stay the night.

Debora: And it'd better have a bath too. Got it?

Debora: How ridiculous of Papa to send a messenger all this way! He really is besotted with me, you know.

Debora: So Papa sent me some pocket money. Well, I suppose it can't hurt to accept it. You can take care of it, though, Hero.

Debora: What a fool, travelling in the desert without enough water. I won't be able to sleep well if we just leave him, though, so you'd better help him out.

Debora: The cheek of him, trying to make money out of the people who saved him from the brink of death! Still, it's his sort who do well in this world.

Debora: It's far too hot for treasure hunting, hat or no hat.

Debora: If you want to go off and do it, Hero, you can go on your own.

Debora: Papa showed me one of those ages ago. They're quite pretty, actually.

Debora: You could try to find one for me if you like. I'll wait here, though. I don't want to risk getting sunburnt.

Debora: I've had a few rows with Mama and Papa in the past where I ended up leaving home. I always just went and hid at Crispin's for a while.

Debora: There's so much talk of the legendary hero. I'm starting to believe that he really did exist once upon a time.

Debora: A legendary hero, a Grandmaster of the Underworld, a land called Zenithia... Are you sure this isn't just a faerie tale?

Debora: It's nice to finally be somewhere comfortable again. I really can't stand the heat around here.

Debora: So all we've established by coming here is that the legendary hero really existed. Huh! I want to know where he is now!

Debora: So he became king just on the strength of being friends with the legendary hero?

Debora: Well, I have my own personal servant so... I don't mind carrying on as we are, but it could be quite nice to become a queen.

Debora: If the world's at peace, then there's no need for the legendary hero to show his face. That means we won't get to meet him.

Debora: The hero will probably return here one day for the legendary helm. But there's no way I'm hanging around to wait for him!

Debora: Urgh. It's too hot all over this place, but this room's not only hot, it smells of sweat too. Disgusting!

Debora: I don't blame Her Majesty for not wanting to sit about here in this heat. She's probably gone off to find a nice, cool spot somewhere.

Debora: I wish the legendary hero would pull his finger out and show his face. The nerve of him, keeping me waiting like this!

Debora: How lovely of them to build a garden like this in the middle of the desert to welcome me. You could learn a lot from Queen Cleohatra.

Debora: She blessed them with this garden? Sounds like she did more than just pay for it. Do you think she has some kind of special power?

Debora: I suppose she means that roses have thorns. But flowers with soft petals alone are no fun, right, Hero?

Debora: I find it hard to believe that this desert was ever covered in greenery.

Debora: The legendary hero's grave? I suppose we may as well go and have a look while we're here.

Debora: What are you playing at, Hero? There's no time for chat now. We'll lose sight of Her Majesty if we're not careful.

Debora: Can you stop staring at me for one second and try on that helmet?

Debora: If only you'd turned out to be the legendary hero. I don't suppose it could ever be that simple, though.

Debora: Oh well. Queen Cleohatra seems fairly clued up, so we should go and see what else she has to say.

Debora: It would've been so wonderful if you'd been able to put on that helmet.

Debora: Imagine that! My personal slave the legendary hero! Just the thought of it gives me the shivers.

Debora: You're being a bit overly cautious, aren't you? Just tell her the situation. No more messing around.

Debora: Pankraz? Wasn't that the name of your father too? There's no way you could be a prince, though.

Debora: I'm fed up with the sight of sand now. I'm leaving for the eastern kingdom of Gotha. You'd better come along too.

Debora: It's so hot in the daytime that it feels like your skin's on fire, but at night it's freezing. I hate being in the desert!

Debora: We'll have to try again tomorrow. It's late, and even I need a rest sometimes.

Debora: Yuck! I don't want to catch a cold!

Debora: I've already been feeling a bit under the weather just lately.

Debora: There are quite a few more monsters about now than there used to be, and I'd hardly call the world peaceful, so come out, hero, wherever you are!

Debora: What an idiot. Why didn't he come properly prepared? People like that really get on my nerves.

Debora: Papa showed me one of those ages ago. They're quite pretty, actually.

Debora: You could try to find one for me if you like. I'll wait here, though. It's too cold for me.

Debora: Stubborn fool! No wonder his daughter decided to run away from home.

Debora: I couldn't agree more. There's no way I'd ever live here.

Debora: It's all 'hero, hero, hero', non-stop, night and day. He could give you a run for your money, Hero, he's that obsessed.

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Bianca: It's a bit on the small side, but it looks a lot like a castle to me.

Bianca: Hey! Am I seein' things or is that a slime over there?

Nera: A tiny little castle tucked away on a southern island...

Nera: Do you see that slime over there? Whatever is it doing?

Bianca: You can't knock him for bein' ambitious, but can slimes even make themselves bigger through trainin'?

Nera: How funny to see a slime in training! But if it wants to be like the one on the roof, I'd say eating a lot would be the answer.

Bianca: En't powjamas supposed to be some kind of warrior pyjamas? They dun't sound like they can be all that strong to me, mind.

Bianca: Those chocolate medalliyums sound nice. I quite fancy givin' them a go.

Nera: I think you'd need to be quite brave to wander about in your pyjamas all the time.

Nera: Papa absolutely adores chocolate medalliyums. I'm fairly sure he bought them at the inn here.

Bianca: Um, d'you reckon the bank here's above board, Hero? It smells a bit fishy to me.

Nera: He seems like a trustworthy fellow. It's nice to know he takes such good care of his customers' money.

Bianca: Blimey! What a delicious-smellin' chocolate! That smell alone is enough to send you wobbly!

Nera: Seeing this chocolate medalliyum reminds me of Papa.

Nera: He used to be really skinny when he was younger, apparently. But then he developed a taste for these and there was no looking back.

Bianca: I could eat these chocolate medalliyums until the cows come home, but I suppose we shouldn't be too frivolous, eh?

Nera: We mustn't overindulge in these chocolate medalliyums, otherwise we'll get fat. Let's not buy too many.

Bianca: Uh-oh. Looks like we en't bin managin' our finances all that well if we can't even afford to buy chocolate.

Nera: We can buy some chocolate the next time we're here.

Bianca: The lanterns look so pretty, dun't you think? All elegant, like.

Nera: Those lanterns were probably made to commemorate departed slimes, don't you think?

Bianca: It dun't look like hard work to me.

Nera: That poor old man, having to come out at this time of night to do that.

Bianca: D'you reckon there really is some great treasure hidden here?

Bianca: We could try askin' around and seein' if we get any clues.

Nera: I don't imagine we'll be able to acquire this 'great treasure' all that easily.

Nera: It would be a lovely thing to add to the museum's collection. Let's see if we can find it.

Bianca: It's almost like that bloke's not from 'round here. I s'pose it's fair enough that he dun't know, though.

Nera: It looks like this treasure we're looking for isn't something that everyone knows about.

Bianca: Puzzling little thing? I wonder what it is!

Nera: He gave it to the woman at the inn? It can't be that great a treasure if he just gave it away!

Bianca: She must be talkin' about the treasure we heard about, eh, Hero?

Bianca: We should try and find the thing now we've trailed after it this far!

Nera: It sounds like this treasure is really doing the rounds. I'm so curious about what it is!

Bianca: He dumped it!? D'you think it's really that worthless?

Nera: Hm. I'm not sure about going after something that's been thrown out, but I suppose we should go and find it after all this.

Bianca: Crikey! Is it me or is that medal talkin'!?

Nera: It sounds like someone's squashed underneath. We must help them!

Bianca: Fancy that poor slime bein' squashed like that!

Bianca: This must be this so-called 'great treasure' we've bin hearin' so much about.

Bianca: I've gotta say, it's a bit of a let-down.

Nera: Well. I, er, suppose we've found the 'great treasure' then.

Nera: That old man will probably be pleased with it, at any rate. We should hurry up and take it to him.

Bianca: It is pretty solid, I suppose. Maybe it could be used as a shield, after all! I wonder...!

Nera: I think maxi medals are quite pretty too, personally. Papa would love to see it.

Bianca: So it was in the fountain. No wonder Old Man Nick Knack couldn't find it.

Nera: Ah, that must be why it has that funny smell to it, because of being in the water all that time.

Bianca: Blimey! I hope no one was too badly hurt. So much for treasure bein' good!

Nera: Goodness! What a huge-scale treasure hunt that would have been. Papa would've loved it.

Debora: That castle is quite sweet-looking. I can think of worse places to live.

Debora: There's a little thing bouncing about over there. Is it a slime?

Debora: Looks like there are hard-working sorts even in the monster world.

Debora: I've been basically perfect since the day I was born, though, so there's no need for me to make an effort.

Debora: Powjamas? Yuck! I bet they smell of sweat.

Debora: So they sell chocolate medalliyums here. I love them! You'd better buy me some.

Debora: Ah yes, the chocolate medalliyum. Papa's always loved these.

Debora: He's just like chocolate himself. If I turn on the charm, I can make him melt and do whatever I want!

Debora: What? You're not buying any chocolate medalliyums? You've got some nerve, disobeying a direct order!

Debora: You can't afford one measly chocolate medalliyum? Then you'd better sell something and get some cash. Something of yours, naturally.

Debora: Oh! Those lanterns must be for slimes who've passed away. What a lovely sight!

Debora: ...Can't you take a hint, Hero? This is where you're supposed to say that I'm far lovelier.

Debora: I know you're interested in what people are up to, but you'll be an old man yourself if you stand here much longer.

Debora: A great treasure... Hmm. As long as it's not just his imagination that's great.

Debora: You're going to have to find it, Hero. I'm not very good when it comes to looking for things.

Debora: What are you waiting for? You should go and speak to the King. He's bound to know something.

Debora: Puzzling little thing? What's that all about, I wonder.

Debora: But what is it!? Hmph. My curiosity has the better of me now. You're going to have to find it.

Debora: One man's rubbish is another man's treasure. Just like there are bound to be women out there who'll take on the men whose hearts I've broken.

Debora: You're not just going to turn a blind eye are you, Hero? Have some compassion!

Debora: Do you think this is it? The elusive 'great treasure'? You can see how it might be hard to keep tabs on. Unlike you.

Debora: We'd better get back to the old man and give him what he's been waiting for then, Hero.

Debora: I suppose it could come in handy as a shield if you were desperate. But I have you if needs be, so I'm fine.

Debora: It does smell a bit nasty. But I suppose we should just be grateful it's not still lying at the bottom of the fountain.

Debora: Flying maxi medals? That sounds a bit lethal!

Debora: I'm sure Nera: would deposit her money here without a second thought. How about you?

Debora: Ha ha! You don't mind taking the odd risk every now and then, do you?

Debora: Hmph. I didn't expect you to be so cautious. How dull.

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Bianca: It's pretty amazin' findin' such a huge buildin' in the middle of the woods like this, eh?

Nera: What a beautiful mansion. I wonder if someone famous lives here.

Rex: Wow! Who do you think built such a huge mansion?

Poppy: It's a very impressive building, but it looks like it was put up quite a few years ago now.

Poppy: It feels calm on the surface, but there's a very strange air to it.

Sancho: Look at thees! I, I no expect to esee esuch beauty een a place like thees. Ees, ees eso moving! (blub)

Tuppence: Good heavens! I'm rather bowled over by the place, it's so beautiful.

Bianca: Fancy waitin' so long you end up dyin'! Maybe we should try and help the old guy out, eh?

Bianca: So this place is a museum. It's a lovely spot, but it en't exactly on the beaten track, is it?

Nera: Um, d-do you think that old gentleman is a real g-ghost?

Nera: I was hoping I might have misheard.

Nera: A haunted old museum... Hardly the kind of place most people would be happy about going inside.

Rex: So is that old man dead, then?

Rex: The knick-knackatory? That sounds like fun!

Poppy: What a funny old man, with his funny-looking halo and his funny old stick.

Poppy: Maybe he's not properly dead yet.

Sancho: Ees no easy to run a museum, you know.

Sancho: But thees old señor, he esees very well, no? He knows what we are carrying estraight away.

Tuppence: Hmm. We already have quite a lot on our plates as it is, really.

Tuppence: But if agreeing to this means we take control of such a fabulous building, we can't possibly say no!

Bianca: We've got our own agenda, so we can't very well go travellin' about the place huntin' out souvenirs the whole time.

Bianca: Still, if we just happen to come across a few along our way, then I dun't see that doin' any harm.

Nera: I should think most people would question a strange proposition like that.

Rex: Sancho always told us we should do what we could to help people in need.

Rex: That old man's not exactly a person any more because he's a ghost and everything, but maybe we should still lend a hand?

Poppy: The museum, or knick-knackatory as he calls it, obviously means a lot to him. That's why he can't tear himself away.

Sancho: Ees true. For thees old señor to find the knick-knacks heemself, ees gonna be very hard. Harder than when he was alive, even.

Sancho: You no theenk we eshould help heem?

Tuppence: Ooh, that old man's eyes were so distant! That's quite a trick!

Bianca: A hidden treasure in a castle! That sounds like fun! We should go and have a look, Hero.

Nera: If the old man was unable to find it, I'm a bit doubtful as to whether we'll have any more luck.

Rex: King Dominicus's Dominion... I thought that place was just famous for its chocolate medalliyums.

Poppy: Sancho: took us to King Dominicus's Dominion before. I don't remember hearing anything about a dream souvenir there, though.

Sancho: The castle of King Dominicus, ees no eso far from here, sí? Maybe we eshould go there and esee what we can find.

Tuppence: A dream souvenir... Wonderful! There's nothing like a good treasure hunt.

Bianca: D'you reckon this dream souvenir over at King Dominicus's Dominion can really be all that special? I'm startin' to get a bit curious now!

Nera: I wish we could bring it to him, I really do, but this dream souvenir of his is proving rather hard to find.

Rex: The old man's still standing there looking hopeful, even though he's dead and everything.

Rex: I feel a bit sorry for him, really. Shall we try and find that dream souvenir he keeps going on about, Dad?

Poppy: I think we should try to help the old man out a little, Dad.

Poppy: He'll never make his way to the Goddess with his dream unfulfilled like this.

Sancho: Ees eso esad to look at thees old señor when he ees eso unhappy. I, I... (blub)

Tuppence: A dream souvenir... Wonderful! There's nothing like a good treasure hunt.

Bianca: It's ours? This whole place is ours? I can hardly believe it!

Nera: He j-just... He went right through the d-door... I feel all giddy.

Nera: It's a delightful museum, but it does feel rather like it has a bit too much history to it.

Rex: The old man just disappeared! Let's go inside!

Poppy: The maxi medal was just causing problems for everyone back at King Dominicus's Dominion.

Poppy: And yet look how happy it made Old Man Nick Knack! I'll bet the medal itself feels much more contented here too.

Sancho: But friend. I no theenk ees the time for us to be playing the museum curator, no? We have muchos, muchos to do.

Tuppence: Good heavens! So now this museum is all miⓚⓛ Er, I mean, all yours, Hero. I'm rather envious, I must admit.

Bianca: So it's goodbye Old Man Nick Knack. He did so much for us here at the museum.

Bianca: Shame we didn't have enough time to thank him properly.

Nera: So the old man's spirit has finally made its way to the Goddess.

Nera: I'll miss him, but it's good that he's made his journey to the heavens at last.

Rex: He's gone! Does that mean we won't get to see him any more?

Poppy: Old Man Nick Knack may be no longer with us...

Poppy: But I can't help feeling that he's not too far away.

Sancho: Ees because of your efforts, My Majesty, that thees knick-knackatory ees esuch a fine place now.

Sancho: Thees old señor, now he can rest at last.

Tuppence: I always knew the time to say goodbye would be upon us one day.

Tuppence: But that doesn't stop it from being hard to come to terms with when it happens.

Bianca: Well, there's a turn-up! He just meant he was goin' off for a kip!

Nera: It's good that he's having a nice sleep, but... Ooh, this is all rather bemusing.

Rex: The old man seems to have forgotten he's a ghost!

Rex: He doesn't look like he'll be waking up for a while. But we can cope on our own now, right?

Poppy: I did feel like I could still sense his presence, but I didn't realise that was because he was still here!

Poppy: He's in such a deep sleep. Do you think it's okay that he's not making any moves to go to the Goddess?

Sancho: Sí, thees ees how you take the siesta!

Sancho: Now thees old señor, he ees esleeping, eet means you have become the real man, My Majesty.

Tuppence: I don't believe I've ever seen a snoring ghost before.

Debora: That's a decent-sized building. I wouldn't want to live here, though. There's nothing for miles around.

Debora: I see. He had work left undone when he died. That's why he became a ghost and couldn't leave the place.

Debora: If he wants to see it that much, why doesn't he just go and find it himself? He's a ghost now, so it's not like the journey would wear him out.

Debora: I don't like taking orders from anyone. Let's get out of here.

Debora: You're not planning on going in search of it, are you?

Debora: Fine, fine, if you insist. I'll come with you, but I'm not going to help you look.

Debora: Hm, that's odd. I was sure a little challenge like this would be just your cup of tea.

Debora: A dream souvenir... Sounds like a bit of a pain, but shall we see if we can find it?

Debora: Museum curator? It'd better not be too much work.

Debora: Now that he's enlisted our help, it looks like his business here is done and he can finally leave.

Debora: Hmph! He could've picked his turn of phrase more carefully. I thought he meant he was gone for good when he said he was going to rest in peace.

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Tuppence: Waaah! Ghosts!

Bianca: The Order of Zugzwang!? Then they must've bin at the temple that time. I hope they're alright.

Nera: I'm sorry, darling. I'm just finding it hard to have a conversation with a ghost.

Rex: It's not our fault. It was already in a bad state when we found it.

Poppy: Is there no way we can make the tea set all nice again for him, Dad?

Sancho: There was a f-fine tea set een Gotha a l-long, long t-t-time ago.

Sancho: I n-no remember what h-happened to eet now. Maybe esomeone, they br-broke eet? Si... M-Maybe eet was djour cl-clumsy Uncle S-Sancho...

Tuppence: Waaah! Ghosts!

Bianca: The Order of Zugzwang!? Then they must've bin at the temple that time. I hope they're alright.

Nera: I'm sorry, darling. I'm just finding it hard to have a conversation with a ghost.

Rex: I'm not scared of ghosts if they're all like him!

Poppy: The Count wants us to help him. What's this tea set he's on about, though? Do you think it's here in the castle somewhere?

Sancho: Uf. Thees c-count, hees esoul can n-no rest, eh?

Tuppence: Waaah! Ghosts!

Bianca: Do you think it's really okay for us to get hold of a crown like this? I dun't feel worthy!

Nera: A p-p-present from a ghost. How l-lovely...

Rex: (sniff sniff)

Rex: It's okay! I was thinking it might be a bit stinky because it's so old, but it's actually not too bad.

Poppy: Don't give that crown to me, will you? I'm worried I'll stop growing if I wear something too heavy on my head .

Sancho: Uf! Ees a f-fine article, eh, chico? Djou m-must look after eet, okay?

Tuppence: Waaah! Ghosts!

Bianca: It's funny seein' the flash of light when he's angry at you sayin' no! Takes me back to the last time we met him!

Rex: Did the Count make that flash of light? It's a bit mean of him to do that just because he didn't like our answer.

Poppy: That tea set used to belong here in the castle, right? But now it's got into a bad way.

Poppy: I thought you were supposed to keep precious things like that safe, though. Don't all adults know that?

Tuppence: Waaah! Ghosts!

Bianca: Well, we can hardly accept responsibility for that now, can we?

Nera: What a shame they've been disappointed!

Rex: It must be a bit rubbish being dead. I'll have to be careful it doesn't happen to me.

Poppy: Don't the Count and Countess need to go and be with the Goddess? Or are they just going to stay here forever?

Tuppence: You can't taste anything when you're dead? How tiresome! I'll have to make sure I eat and drink as many delicious things as I can while I'm alive, then.

Bianca: Fancy comin' back here! Dun't you worry, though.

Bianca: I still en't forgotten how good it was to come explorin' here with you when we were kids.

Nera: If there was a castle like this near Mostroferrato, I know I would've had to explore it when I was little.

Nera: Oops! I'd better not let the children hear me say things like that.

Rex: Do you know this place, Dad? That's cool! Maybe I should go off adventuring of a night, too!

Bianca: Oi! I dun't think so! Your dad and I only came here adventurin' for good reason, I'll have you know.

Rex: Huh!

Poppy: I can hear the little birds singing. They're saying that all is well here at the castle now.

Sancho: I n-no believe djou and Bianca:, djou w-went out of the town alone like thees all those djears ago, chico.

Sancho: But ees okay. Ees n-no esomething to be a-angry about now. Ees t-too long ago. And djou are n-no the muchacho djou were then.

Sancho: I n-never came to thees place weeth señor Pankraz. I believed ees j-just an old ruin.

Tuppence: Are there ghosts here?

Tuppence: I suppose I'd consider a beautiful female ghost if I had to. You can't accuse me of being closed-minded.

Bianca: I reckon it was the bad ghosts that made it so scary last time. Walkin' around now, even of a night, dun't scare me at all.

Nera: You and Bianca came adventuring here in the middle of the night once, didn't you? I wish I'd been there.

Rex: I reckon Poppy and I are big and brave enough to explore somewhere like this on our own!

Poppy: When you were here as a boy, there were lots of evil ghosts, weren't there? How scary!

Sancho: Djou and Bianca:, djou c-came here to thees place een the m-m-middle of the night, si? When djou were j-just a leettle muchacho.

Sancho: Djou know, I b-believed djou were a well-behaved djoung boy, but no. Djou are tr-truly the eson of señor Pankraz. I, I am eso h-h-happy!

Tuppence: Brrr... There's a bit of a chill in the air here. Oh... I'm the only one feeling it, am I?

Bianca: I can't sense anything sinister here now. That's a relief.

Rex: It'd be really fun to come exploring here just with kids of my own age.

Bianca: The place looks a bit tidier than the last time we came, eh? Maybe those two lovebirds fixed it up a bit.

Bianca: We did a good job of rescuin' Saber by comin' here all those years back. I couldn't have done it without you, Hero.

Nera: Old buildings always have a certain smell to them. Maybe it's just mould, I don't know. But it's not a bad smell.

Nera: I can't imagine how worried I'd be at the thought of Rex and Poppy here all alone.

Nera: You'd be worried too, right? That's probably just how Pankraz felt when you came here as a boy.

Rex: Are all the bad ghosts gone now? If I see any, I'll soon send them packing!

Rex: Look! There's a huge spider's web up there. Wow! It looks amazing.

Rex: We don't have any ghosts in Gotha. It would be fun if we did.

Rex: I reckon I could stay undiscovered here for ages if we had a game of hide-and-seek.

Poppy: This castle's not scary. Not now all the nasty ghosts have gone away.

Poppy: There are so many stairs and corridors here. I'm worried I'm going to get lost.

Poppy: You did well here, Dad. The people seem really grateful to you.

Poppy: My favourite castle of all is Gotha, of course. That's where all my friends are. And it's much warmer than here, too.

Sancho: Djou no think ees a r-really beeg castle? Ees like a g-giant paella. Ees a w-waste to leave eet.

Sancho: To restore thees c-c-castle to eets f-former glory, ees gonna take muchos, muchos time, eh? Si. Many, many djears.

Tuppence: Tuppence: Castle... No, not grand enough. Great Tuppence: Castle? Hmm... I know! I could call it Tupptaten Towers!

Tuppence: Sorry! I was just trying to figure out what name I'll give my castle in the future.

Tuppence: Watch where you're walking, won't you, Hero? The floorboards might be a bit weak in places.

Rex: It's funny to find a house hidden in the woods like this.

Rex: Wow! Did you hear that, Dad? You can get to the Realm of the Faeries from here!

Rex: You spent some time with a faerie once, didn't you, Dad? That means you must be able to see them!

Sancho: Uf! Now ees a f-forest we g-get lost een? Thees quest, ees n-no easy, eh?

Tuppence: So if I can find my way through this forest, that'll prove that I'm someone special. Right then!

Rex: Ha ha! We've already been to the Realm of the Faeries!

Sancho: I hope ees n-no eso hard to g-g-go there thees time.

Poppy: I saw a funny shadow just then. You don't think...?

Tuppence: It's funny how she remembers being a little girl. I don't remember being a little boy. I suppose I must've been in Gotha.

Poppy: Does that mean you can't see faeries any more when you grow up? If that's true, I never want to grow up!

Rex: This forest goes on forever! It'd be a never-ending job looking after all these trees.

Rex: Hang on! Which way did we come from again? Can you remember, Dad?

Rex: You've met a faerie before, right, Dad? What was she like? Was she taller than me?

Rex: And could she fly? Did she have wings? Do you think she'd be my friend? Tell me everything!

Poppy: The trees here in the forest are saying that they never let bad people through, but we're good, right?

Poppy: My hair ribbon's come undone again. It keeps getting caught on the branches of the trees.

Poppy: Look! Over there! ...Oh. It's disappeared.

Sancho: M-Maybe ees gonna take a l-long time to get out of thees f-forest, no? Now I weesh I p-pack the c-c-cold paella.

Sancho: Djou know, once señor P-Pankraz, he eshow me the way to g-get out of the maze. But ees n-no gonna work here, I think.

Sancho: Ees m-muchos dangerous eef djou r-r-run around weeth n-no purpose. Djou must t-take eet eslow now.

Tuppence: My life of brilliance is about to start right here! You have to guide us through this forest, Hero!

Tuppence: That's odd. This path looks rather familiar. I do hope you're concentrating, Hero!

Rex: I've heard about the Realm of the Faeries from Sancho:. Do you know much about it, Dad?

Rex: I don't know what Mum looks like, but I'll bet she's even more beautiful than the Faerie Queen!

Poppy: I'd really love to live in the Realm of the Faeries.

Poppy: Is there a land for faeries and a land for monsters? Um, which one do you think this is?

Poppy: Um, is it okay if we go and play in the Realm of the Faeries again soon, Dad?

Sancho: We n-no have anything to do here in the forest, eh, chico? We leave now, okay?

Sancho: Djou must n-no lose thees f-faerie horn, okay?

Sancho: Esometimes djou have the c-careless moment, eh, chico? Ees true, si?

Tuppence: Treacle was quite a beauty. I should imagine the Faerie Queen must be exquisite.

Tuppence: Imagine how envious people would be if one married a faerie. Yes, what an idea! A faerie bride...

Rex: I reckon I know all the paths through here now. How about you, Dad?

Rex: It's okay. I know we have to keep the thing with the gold bauble a secret from the faeries.

Rex: They've all been such a big help to us. We'd better make sure we do our best.

Poppy: Do you think that I'll still be able to see faeries when I grow up if I make sure I behave myself and I'm good all the time?

Sancho: Eef ees p-possible to t-turn back time, ees...

Sancho: No. Ees n-no important. Come. We go, okay?

Bianca: This is a pretty dense forest, eh? You can hardly see the sky at all.

Bianca: Ouch! I've got a crick in my neck from lookin' up so much!

Nera: The air smells so fresh inside a forest. I wonder how far this one stretches on for.

Nera: So only the children could see the faerie the first time you were here? How interesting!

Rex: Over by the bonfire, Dad! We should go and have a look.

Poppy: I saw her! I just saw a faerie over there by the bonfire! Can we go and talk to her?

Sancho: Ees esome kind of g-game? Si. I remember djou like to p-play like thees when djou are djoung, chico.

Tuppence: Yes, I, er, I saw it, too! Over by the bonfire... Er, it was a huge bearded man!

Tuppence: Yes, with six legs...and, er, four ears... Um, no, maybe it was two legs... Anyway, there's something there!

Sancho: Eh!? Ees n-no one there, b-but... Djou n-no hear a voice?

Sancho: My Majesty! Run! R-Run away before djou are k-k-keelled!

Tuppence: Hm? Did I hear a voice then, or am I just imagining things?

Rex: Did you see her that time, Dad? She made it so adults can see her, too.

Poppy: Are we going to Faerie Lea again? I love it there!

Tuppence: You can see her, can't you, Hero? It doesn't make sense! Why can't I? It's not fair!

Bianca: You had a little bit of an adventure with a faerie when you were a kid, din't you?

Bianca: You've certainly got your fair share of tales to tell, eh?

Nera: I saw her, too! I saw the faerie! She looks just like the faeries I saw all those years ago.

Rex: So is it different to the time you came before, or hasn't it changed much?

Rex: Oh. There used to be more faeries about? I wonder where they've all gone, then.

Rex: There only seem to be girl faeries. I feel like a bit of an intruder.

Poppy: The faeries and the monsters all get along fine together here. That's the way it should be.

Poppy: Is it always spring here? I'm sure that's not the only reason for the place having such a warm feel to it, though.

Sancho: Uf! I always know thees qu-quest of djours, eet ees hard, b-but I n-no think ees eso hard djou must tr-travel to the R-Realm of the Faeries.

Sancho: But djou know, ees n-no eso bad here, eh? Ees a v-very b-b-beautiful place.

Bianca: It was the depths of winter when you came here as a boy, eh, Hero? It's hard to imagine it now.

Bianca: Thanks for bringin' me here. I always wanted to see the Realm of the Faeries.

Nera: This place looks exactly like a picture I saw in a book once when I was a child.

Nera: Poppy: seems to really like books. I'll have to find it and read it to her one day.

Nera: Thank you, darling. I was just thinking how I'd love to visit the Realm of the Faeries.

Bianca: Dwarfs make all kinds of things, eh? They're pretty impressive creatures by all accounts.

Poppy: That slime looked really cute, don't you think?

Poppy: I knew you'd agree, Dad! You see things like that.

Poppy: Oh. You think all slimes look the same? That's weird.

Bianca: It's funny to think that you came to a place like this all them years ago. I wish I could've come with you.

Rex: So you really did used to be a little boy. Does that mean Sancho: was small once, too?

Sancho: Eh, chico! I n-no tell djou then that djou must st-stay eenside the town? But djou c-come eso far away to thees p-place.

Sancho: Qué? Djou c-come here from eenside our house!?

Rex: Is Treacle a friend of yours, Dad? I'd like to meet her if she is.

Tuppence: Aah. Faeries really are rather sweet, aren't they?

Tuppence: Aah. All of these faeries are just so incredibly sweet!

Rex: So she wasn't the queen, then?

Rex: So when we blow this horn, we get to meet the Queen? Will you let me blow it, Dad? Pleeease!

Poppy: There are so many faeries here! Do you think I might be able to make friends with some of them?

Poppy: Ooh, what a pretty horn! Is it some kind of musical instrument? I wonder what kind of music it plays.

Sancho: Ees all c-connected, si? Djou help esomeone e-een the past, and now they h-help djou.

Rex: Did you hear that!? So there really is a Zenithian castle out there somewhere! We have to find it, Dad!

Poppy: I'm not very good when it comes to heights. I should be okay in the castle, but I'm not too sure about the stairway...

Sancho: Thees señorita ees eso djoung, but she r-rules thees place eso well.

Tuppence: Mmm... Treacle. She really is terribly sweet.

Rex: Treacle's got such a lovely smile, and she's so friendly. I wonder if Mum's like her.

Rex: When you get the chance, will you tell me all about what happened here in the past? I really want to know!

Poppy: Treacle's clothes are so beautiful. If only I could try on some clothes like that.

Sancho: Thees señorita ees eso djoung, but she r-rules thees place eso well.

Sancho: My Majesty, we no have anything m-more to do here, no? Ees time to leave?

Tuppence: Mmm... Treacle. She really is terribly sweet.

Bianca: D'you think you're really supposed to climb up into the heavens to get to Zenithia?

Bianca: I think it looks quite good floatin' about in the middle of the sky like it is at the minute, personally.

Nera: It looks like we were wrong about peace being restored to the world just by the Zenith Dragon being resurrected.

Rex: Everybody wants peace, don't they? I'll do my best, as long as you stick by me, Dad.

Poppy: Peace doesn't mean a world without monsters, right? Peace will be when we can all live together in harmony.

Sancho: Anda! Everyone, they esay n-nothing but p-peace, peace, peace. But ees n-no easy to find the peace, djou know?

Tuppence: So the lovely Treacle is praying, too! Ooh, I feel better already! I'm raring to go now!

Poppy: I'm going to make friends with some faeries just like you have, Dad. And one day, we'll all go off adventuring together.

Sancho: Ees amazing... Djou r-really c-came here when djou were eso djoung, eh, chico?

Sancho: Djour father, señor Pankraz, he w-was also the escape artist when he was djoung, but ees n-nothing compared to djou!

Tuppence: Your Majesty! You absolutely must introduce me to that delightful creature!

Rex: Was Honey a bit more chatty the last time you met her, Dad?

Rex: I'll bet she's being quiet now to show respect to Treacle.

Poppy: Treacle... Honey... Sherbet... Faeries' names are all so sweet, don't you think?

Bianca: There are all sorts of odd places dotted about the world, eh?

Nera: You look a bit disappointed, darling. Was your last adventure with Honey really that much fun?

Rex: Do you think all of the faeries obey what the Queen says? If it were me, I'd probably sneak off there when no one was looking.

Poppy: That's good, Dad. It's nice that Honey has good memories of your adventure together, too.

Rex: Just the idea of staying the night in the Realm of the Faeries is really exciting!

Poppy: We'd probably all have lovely dreams if we stayed the night here, don't you think, Dad?

Poppy: I wish I could live in a room like this.

Bianca: What's goin' on with that wall? The more times I look at it, the more odd it seems.

Nera: We're inside a tree, and yet it's like being in the water. Just what you'd expect from a faerie's home, I suppose! Full of illusions.

Poppy: The walls and the stairs are all watery! Faeries are so amazing!

Rex: The Faerie Palace is pretty deep into the woods, isn't it?

Poppy: I really like being out in nature, with trees and water all around. It just makes me feel good.

Sancho: Djou are l-like djour father, si? Djou n-no have the sense of rheethm and djou n-no can sing, si?

Sancho: But thees horn, ees m-made by the faeries. Ees okay. Anyone, they can make eet work.

Rex: Everybody wants peace, don't they? I'll do my best, as long as you stick by me, Dad.

Poppy: Peace doesn't mean a world without monsters, right? Peace will be when we can all live together in harmony.

Sancho: Anda! Everyone, they esay n-nothing but p-peace, peace, peace. But ees n-no easy to find the peace, djou know?

Bianca: Where d'you think the feather came from? I didn't think faeries had wings.

Nera: So faerie quills really do exist! I always thought they were just made up in books.

Rex: Hey, that's pretty cool. I reckon I might even be able to knuckle down and study if I had something like this to write with!

Poppy: I can spell some really difficult words, you know, so you could let me use that quill sometime if you wanted.

Tuppence: This must've been made by pulling a feather out of some poor creature's back. Dear me!

Bianca: I get it. You have to use the quill with the right kind of ink, then.

Rex: Oh! I can't wait to have a go at using this quill!

Poppy: Um, Dad, it might be better not to let Rex use the quill, you know.

Poppy: It's just, he's always breaking normal pens, and they're much stronger. I don't know how he does it!

Bianca: The walls and the stairs feel all watery, and yet you dun't get wet when you touch 'em. It's all very weird.

Poppy: There's water everywhere, but it doesn't feel cold. I suppose that's because it's spring water. I mean, water in the spring!

Sancho: I n-never get used to thees f-f-floating estairs. The estairs, they must be firm, djou know. Si. V-Very, very firm.

Rex: You know Dwight and that slime, don't you, Dad? Sometimes it feels like you know everyone in the whole world!

Poppy: I wouldn't mind living in a cave if I had a slime to keep me company. ...But maybe it's not such a good idea.

Tuppence: So this Dwight character killed his grandfather? No? Barking up the wrong tree, am I?

Tuppence: It amounts to the same thing, as far as I can see.

Bianca: That's got me thinkin'. I wonder if Mum died because someone made her worry too much...

Rex: Well, it's fun travelling around with lots of different characters, right, Dad?

Poppy: Dwight never says very much, though. It's a bit of a shame, really.

Poppy: His grandad is definitely happy for him. He's really very fond of Dwight.

Sancho: Thees s-señor Dwight, he ees esharp l-like the machete. I believe he ees a v-valuable comrade and a f-f-fine matador.

Tuppence: Ha! Only because he'll more than likely come to some harm on his travels!

Tuppence: The old man couldn't stand Dwight, could he? No? Barking up the wrong tree, am I?

Bianca: He's got a nerve, callin' us funny! Still, it's refreshin' to hear someone speak their mind, eh?

Nera: There's nothing wrong with a young man having a bit of spirit like that. Rex's so well-behaved.

Rex: Hey! Are you saying you'd rather have a kid who's more like Dwight?

Nera: Don't be silly, dear! You know you and Poppy are my favourite people in all the world. Along with your father, of course.

Rex: It'll be fun to see how Dwight behaves on the battlefield, won't it, Dad? Ha ha!

Poppy: Did you beat Dwight in a fight once, Dad?

Poppy: Phew! Then I don't have to worry about him being around as long as you're here, too.

Sancho: Anda! I was n-no expecting thees!

Tuppence: He's just going to be lumped in with the other monsters though, correct? He won't be part of your select elite like I am.

Rex: That's weird. How come Dwight couldn't join us? Have we got too many monsters already?

Poppy: To be honest, I'm quite relieved. Dwight gives me the creeps for some reason.

Rex: You should always say please when you ask someone a favour, right, Dad?

Poppy: You're not cold! You're just doing what's best for us, aren't you, Dad?

Sancho: Thees s-señor, he ees f-full of garbanzos, si? Djou n-no want heem to j-join us? Ees good to have esuch a f-fiery fighter. Si, fiery like a jalapeño.

Tuppence: The cheek of it! How dare he address the King of Gotha with such insolence?

Rex: Dwight's pretty wild, isn't he? The way he fights has to be seen to be believed!

Poppy: Do you think Dwight had fun travelling about with us? I don't find him as scary as I used to.

Sancho: Ees g-good for us to have esomeone eso djoung weeth us, no? Djour Uncle S-Sancho:, he n-no the djoung espring pollo he was before, djou know.

Tuppence: Hmph! I won't allow that Dwight character to outshine me!

Bianca: Well, we've got quite a fighter back on the team, eh?

Nera: I'll have to stay on my toes now if I don't want Dwight to make fun of me.

Rex: Oh! Isn't Dwight going to be able to tag along? That's a shame.

Poppy: I really like all the monsters you've had join the party so far, Dad.

Poppy: So it'd be tricky to decide on someone to leave behind just so Dwight could take their place.

Tuppence: You have plenty of good hardy fighters on side already, Hero. There's no need to stoop to the likes of that Dwight character.

Bianca: Huh? How come he couldn't join us?

Nera: Oh dear. Dwight's certainly rather quick to throw in the towel, isn't he?

Rex: So Dwight moved back here! We should come back sometime and invite him to join us again.

Sancho: Chico! Djou n-no learn these b-bad habits from me, djou know! Ees n-no good to esay 'no' all the time. No, no, no.

Sancho: Djou m-must have the faith and answer 'si'. But ees n-no my fault eef djou esometimes f-f-find djourself een trouble because of thees, okay?

Tuppence: I thought we parted with Dwight back over at Monty's.

Tuppence: And yet here he is back in his cave. I suppose you have to admire him for making that journey all by himself.

Bianca: You shouldn't tease him like that, Hero! Surely he can come along?

Nera: If the wagon was full, he'd end up having to go to Monty's, though.

Nera: Do you think he'd really be alright with that?

Bianca: What is it about caves? They're always so cold and damp, the whole world over.

Bianca: You en't never spent a long stretch of time livin' in one place, right, Hero?

Bianca: Nope, you've bin on the road for pretty much all your life so far.

Bianca: Eh? You lived at the Crocodilopolis? Ha! You can hardly call that livin'! ...Sorry. I didn't mean to bring back bad memories.

Bianca: We should get a wriggle on to Nadiria if we're done and dusted here.

Bianca: We're the sort of guardians of the legendary hero, after all. It wouldn't do for us to distract him too much.

Nera: It's good to be able to walk around without fear in such a dank, cold place, isn't it?

Nera: Waah!

Nera: Sorry! There was some kind of furry insect by my foot. It took me by surprise, that's all.

Nera: We should really try to move on if you're ready to, darling. We don't have much time.

Rex: You came here when you were little, right, Dad? With that faerie friend of yours.

Rex: You're so lucky! It'd be so much fun to go off adventuring with a faerie.

Rex: Now we're here, we should explore every nook and cranny. I want to see everything you saw when you were here last.

Rex: So this is where you came to find 'Lots about Locks'...

Rex: If only you still had the book with you now. I'd love to know what was in it.

Poppy: I thought this cave would be so much nicer, what with it being in the Faerie Realm and everything.

Poppy: I imagined flowers all over the walls, and lots of shiny things everywhere. Hmph.

Poppy: I've never got lost in a cave before.

Poppy: But Rex gets lost all the time. He just wanders on in without giving any thought to how to get back out again.

Poppy: Whenever I walk through a cave, I always wonder what would happen if the sun suddenly shone right into the middle of it.

Poppy: It would certainly give everyone a shock, wouldn't it?

Sancho: Ah, ees another cave. Si, si... When I tr-travelled weeth s-señor Pankraz, we explored een m-m-many, many caves.

Sancho: Djou know, ees n-no eso easy to t-take a djoung bebé weeth djou when djou are tr-travelling. Si, señor Pankraz, he was eso t-tough. Eso macho.

Sancho: Esometimes now, chico, djou look j-just like djour father, señor P-Pankraz.

Sancho: Si. Djou have gr-grown eento a f-f-fine man now, My Majesty.

Sancho: Ees n-no good to be een a c-c-cave like thees where ees n-n-no action, djou know. I estart to ch-chatter like the castanets.

Tuppence: The monsters around here are rather puny. I could fight these fellows off with one hand tied behind my back!

Tuppence: I wouldn't turn down a bit of assistance if things took a dangerous turn, mind you.

Tuppence: There don't appear to be any faeries here. Shall we be heading off, then?

Rex: Look, Dad! It's a Treasures & Trapdoors board!

Rex: I love T 'n' T just as much as you do! Is that why you brought me here?

Poppy: Have you got a T 'n' T ticket, Dad? I'd love to have a go!

Poppy: Of course! We've got a free pass so we can play as many times as we like! That's okay, right?

Poppy: Hmm. This is a tricky one. I wonder which way to move.

Sancho: When I ees travelling weeth señor Pankraz, we find many boards of T 'n' T. But we never estop to play, djou know.

Sancho: I no put the espoon in. Ees good. Ees l-like the fiesta. Sancho:, he likes the fiesta almost as m-much as the paella!

Tuppence: This is a big T 'n' T board. Quite an achievement for whoever built it, I'd say.

Tuppence: You must let me try, Hero! I've got lucky fingers, you know. I'll win us something good, trust me!

Bianca: I'm not really very good at T 'n' T. I never seem to roll a good throw.

Bianca: It can't hurt to let our hair down every once in a while. We could have a game here before movin' on, eh?

Nera: I absolutely adore T 'n' T. It's so much fun rolling the dice!

Nera: It's a shame that only one of us can go up on the board. It's so tense having to watch from the sidelines!

Rex: You defeated a bad monster here once, didn't you, Dad? You're cool!

Poppy: Has that skeleton been left here all on his own? Poor thing!

Sancho: Djou can walk all around thees b-board, si? Ees a good idea to esee what djou must do b-before djou estart the game, no?

Rex: Wow! He made this place all on his own?

Poppy: Wouldn't it have been easier to build some stairs so he could get out, rather than building a T 'n' T board?

Sancho: Thees man, he make esomething from nothing, eh? Ees a g-good quality, thees.

Tuppence: Some people would have probably just given up the ghost if they fell down a hole like that.

Tuppence: We're lucky that it was someone like him instead. Now, let's have some fun!

Bianca: He certainly rolls with the times, eh? Fancy buildin' a T 'n' T board just because he got stuck in a hole!

Nera: It's understandable that he felt the need to do something to ease his boredom. I was so bored I could have cried during those years as a statue.

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Bianca: Oh, I get it. So all the cleanin' and stuff gets done of a night.

Bianca: Gotta keep all the exhibits nice and tidy, eh? Folk come a long way to see 'em, after all.

Nera: When I start cleaning or tidying, I never know when to stop.

Nera: I find it so engrossing, so fulfilling. It's almost like I'm cleansing my own soul as I go.

Rex: Is this huge museum all yours now, Dad? Wow!

Poppy: This cloth smells quite nice.

Sancho: You know, the housework, ees esometheeng your Uncle Sancho: ees very good at.

Tuppence: Er, I'm rather busy polishing my sword skills at the moment to start polishing anything else.

Bianca: I often used to help out with flower arrangements and the like back when we ran that inn in Roundbeck.

Bianca: I s'pose it's a bit different to sortin' out museum exhibits, though, eh?

Nera: You should lay things out just as you want them.

Nera: There's no right or wrong way to do it, so just go with your instincts.

Rex: I'd collect all kinds of weird things and turn the place into a really good, fun museum.

Rex: What kind of plans have you got for it, Dad?

Poppy: Looks like we can't do much here during the day. I'm a bit scared of being in a big museum at night, though.

Sancho: You know what people esay... You can tell muchos about a person by the way he arranges hees theengs.

Sancho: I know you make the beautiful exhibits, friend. Ees no question een my mind.

Tuppence: Sounds like we can only exhibit regional souvenirs. That's a bit of a shame.

Bianca: Does he mean that he charges different entrance fees to different people?

Bianca: He's a cheeky old thing, eh? Pretty clever with it, mind!

Nera: I suppose you have to make the most of the money you pay out. He should have a good look at all the exhibits.

Rex: I didn't realise the entrance fee was that pricey.

Poppy: He's probably decided to stay as long as he can so that he can get his money's worth.

Sancho: Ees a beeg place, sí? I believe eet takes muchos garbanzos for upkeeping. Sí, muchos, muchos garbanzos.

Tuppence: People who take the money take the money. And people who want to stay in the same spot stay in the same spot. Simple as that.

Bianca: That's a bit serious, en't it? Employin' a security guard and everythin'!

Nera: A security guard? Yes, I suppose it makes sense. It would be terrible if things we went to so much effort to collect were stolen.

Rex: I wonder if the person he employed was surprised when he saw what Old Man Nick Knack was like.

Poppy: You're really clever at collecting valuable items, Dad!

Sancho: I hope to the Goddess there are no problems here. But you know, esometimes the bad theengs, they come for us all.

Tuppence: I worked as a guard at the castle, as you know.

Tuppence: But travelling with you is my best job yet, Hero!

Bianca: It's good that we're gettin' more and more customers, eh?

Bianca: It was always nice to see lots of customers back when we ran the inn too.

Nera: That must be the receptionist there. This place is becoming more like a proper museum every day! Rex: I wonder if the person he employed was surprised when he saw what Old Man Nick Knack was like.

Poppy: Oh! I wanted to be the receptionist. It'd be fun welcoming people to the museum.

Sancho: Sí. Eef the clientes, they are eseeing thees old espirit when they arrive, ees no eso good for business.

Tuppence: Now we can relax in the knowledge that things will run themselves. Not that the old man wasn't doing a splendid job, of course.

Bianca: It'll be good if she brings in more customers. I just hope that's the only reason he's put her there!

Nera: Old Man Nick Knack's gone a little red in the face. Or am I just imagining it?

Rex: So it'll get busier now we've got a young woman in reception? What would happen if we had a man?

Poppy: The way Old Man Nick Knack's behaving... Is that what you'd call love-struck?

Sancho: Sí, sí. The young señorita, eshe makes a beeg difference to how the place feels, no? Ees esomehow much more...happy.

Tuppence: Oh! Let me man reception with her! ...Sorry. Forget I said a word.

Bianca: She's a breath of fresh air, eh? Most girls of her type want to become dancin' girls and the like.

Nera: It's important to throw yourself into whatever interests you have. That's how people really shine.

Rex: I wonder what I'm crazy about. Let me see...

Rex: Hmph! Now I'm confused. There are far too many things to choose from.

Poppy: Her eyes were really shiny. She must be ever so happy about getting her job.

Sancho: Thees señorita, eshe ees young, but eshe ees esuch a good woman.

Tuppence: It's lovely to see someone so passionate about something. She's practically aglow with excitement!

Bianca: Looking at her reminds me of when we used to run the inn.

Bianca: I often used to welcome the customers just like she's doin' now.

Nera: One of the fundamentals of business is greeting your customers with a smile. That's what Papa says.

Rex: She's really getting into it, isn't she? We'd better make sure we pull our weight too.

Poppy: The museum suddenly feels a lot brighter now that Sue Veneer's working here.

Sancho: The chance to work here, ees worth more to thees señorita than the exhibits themselves, no?

Tuppence: What a sweet voice she has. Consider me her secret admirer!

Bianca: We'd better try and find somethin' to put on show, eh? He's trusted us with this place, after all.

Nera: Yes, it's not much of a museum without any exhibits, I suppose.

Rex: Don't you think we should put something on display, Dad? The old man seems a bit unhappy.

Poppy: I know! Why don't we put lots of things on display tonight and give Old Man Nick Knack a nice surprise?

Sancho: Ees a waste, no? The place, ees eso empty.

Tuppence: It's such a huge building. There are so many things you could do with it apart from making it a museum.

Tuppence: I'd turn it into my own delicious-looking castle. ...Oops! Listen to me getting carried away!

Bianca: He has a point. It's no good worryin' about how things are laid out if we don't have much to lay out in the first place.

Nera: I'm afraid I can't help becoming preoccupied with how to display things, even when we don't have much to display in the first place. Rex: It's fun trying to collect lots of exhibits. Let's go off hunting for some more!

Poppy: I hope we manage to find lots of souvenirs to put on display.

Sancho: Ees no important eef you have many exhibits or no eso many. The fun, ees een making your own especial collection, sí?

Tuppence: The more things we can find, the merrier. Variety is the spice of life and all that.

Bianca: Yeah, but it would be nice if people did come flockin' to see after all the effort we've gone to, eh?

Nera: I can hardly wait until we start to see the customers flooding in!

Rex: I hope we get lots of customers soon.

Poppy: How do you suppose he's started the news spreading, what with being a ghost and everything?

Sancho: When people talk, eet espreads like the wild fires, you know. I believe you gonna have many, many clientes esoon.

Tuppence: I should think the fact that a ghostly old man has been spreading rumours about the place is enough of a rumour in itself!

Bianca: It certainly makes the place look nice and pretty, but it might not be everyone's cup of tea.

Nera: It's unusual for a museum to only display one thing. I'm not so sure it's a good idea, though.

Rex: Looking at so many desert roses reminds me of being in the desert. Now I feel all hot and bothered!

Poppy: It's nice and spiritual just having natural things on display. I like our museum just the way it is.

Sancho: Sí, sí. Ees many roses. Many, many roses. Ees, er...time for felicitations...sí?

Tuppence: The old man looks a bit pinched there. I'd say he's none too pleased with you, Hero.

Bianca: The place is more like a chocolate medalliyum sweet shop than a museum!

Nera: We'll have to be careful not to let the sweet smell go to our heads.

Rex: You like chocolate, don't you, Dad? I can't get enough of it!

Poppy: How much did you spend on all that chocolate, Dad? Don't you think it was a bit of a waste?

Sancho: I no esure. For me, these exhibits, they esmell only like money. Like the chocolate garbanzos!

Tuppence: I can feel my teeth decaying just from looking at them all!

Bianca: This place does look more like a ship in a bottle museum than a knick-knackatory, that's for sure.

Nera: Old Man Nick Knack doesn't look too happy. Maybe this wasn't quite what he had in mind.

Rex: I wanted to see what it would look like if we filled the place with ships in bottles. It's fun!

Poppy: I don't mind ships in bottles, but it would be nice to put some prettier things on display.

Sancho: I no esure. For me, these exhibits, they esmell only like money. Like the chocolate garbanzos!

Tuppence: Well, we've managed to wind Old Man Nick Knack up, eh?

Tuppence: Oh! That wasn't your intention? Oops. Sorry, my mistake.

Bianca: I wonder how many souvenirs there are out there for us to collect.

Nera: We have lots of pedestals left to display things on, so there must be lots more souvenirs out there for us to find.

Rex: Wouldn't it be amazing if we could find something to display on every single pedestal?

Poppy: Old Man Nick Knack can be a bit childlike sometimes. I think he's cute!

Sancho: A true man, he no ever geeve up on esometheeng once he estarts.

Sancho: You must collect many, many esouvenirs, friend. And your Uncle Sancho, he weell help you.

Tuppence: He's a bit of a moaner at times, don't you think? It's not as if he's helping find things to display.

Bianca: It's depressin' hearin' him talk like that. It makes it feel like it'll be ages 'til we'll get the place all set.

Nera: If he just wants them all full, then I suppose we could oblige there, but I'm guessing he's a bit fussier than that.

Rex: It'd be cool if there was something on display on every pedestal. I'll help you do it, Dad!

Poppy: You won't let it take that long, will you, Dad?

Sancho: But we can no just forget everytheeng else and espend all our time finding the knick-knacks, you know.

Tuppence: Doesn't he realise how much hard work all this is for us? Honestly!

Bianca: Huh! You'd think he'd show a bit more gratitude for everythin' we've done so far, eh?

Nera: It's hard work finding things for the collection, but we should do our best to keep the visitors happy.

Rex: He only said it's starting to look like a real knick-knackatory. Does that mean it's still not actually a real one?

Poppy: He doesn't need to pester us like that. We were going to add to the collection anyway, right, Dad?

Sancho: Ees good thees señor, he ees eso excited by hees knicks and knacks, but you know, we have other theengs to do too, sí?

Tuppence: It's all very well just saying that. It's the doing that's the hard part.

Bianca: Looks like we're nearly there, eh? We've done a lot of work here. Just a bit more effort and we're finished.

Nera: The empty pedestals are looking all the more obvious now we have so many things on display. We're not far off now, though.

Rex: It won't be long now before we have something displayed on every single pedestal. It's pretty exciting stuff!

Poppy: I know you'll finish the collection in no time, Dad. You can do anything!

Sancho: We just take eet eslow, sí? Then I esure we gonna find the last few esouvenirs.

Tuppence: It's rather irritating still having empty pedestals dotted about, even though they're few and far between.

Bianca: The souvenirs we collected together are more precious to me than any price tag could make 'em.

Nera: Now it really is a proper museum! And it's all thanks to your hard work, darling.

Rex: Who decides how much the exhibits are worth, anyway? I think they're all really good.

Poppy: Every one of the exhibits on display here is valuable because of the effort the local people went to in making them.

Sancho: Now the aficionados, the experts of the knick-knacks, they gonna come to esee your collection, friend.

Tuppence: So there are still more regional souvenirs out there to collect!?

Tuppence: It's a big old world, isn't it?

Bianca: Yeah, I s'pose it's stupid not to put our valuable stuff out where the visitors can see it, eh?

Nera: The old man really took me by surprise, appearing in the gloom like that! I thought my heart was going to stop for a minute.

Rex: How come you put it there anyway, Dad? Don't you like it?

Poppy: He said he'd leave everything to us, but he can't help worrying about it, can he?

Sancho: Sí, but esometimes, you can no hold your tongue. Ees like when esomeone, they make the paella een the wrong way.

Tuppence: The spirit of an old man lurking in a museum storeroom... It's standard ghost story material, don't you think?

Bianca: So now he dun't like the way we've arranged things, eh? I wonder what's wrong with it.

Nera: I think poor Old Man Nick Knack is feeling rather troubled about having left the running of this place to us.

Rex: So we can't just exhibit things any old how? Museums are trickier to run than I thought.

Poppy: But we worked so hard at putting the exhibits together! I'm starting to think Old Man Nick Knack is a bit of a fusspot.

Sancho: Ees no esurprising, eh? We are no the experts.

Sancho: But we must try to make the displays eso all our guests, they can enjoy them.

Tuppence: I feel rather under pressure now, don't you?

Bianca: It would help if he told us what it was he was after, eh?

Nera: Hmm... I wonder how he wants us to arrange things, then.

Rex: I thought the visitors would like it like this. Looks like I was wrong.

Poppy: It really upsets me hearing people talk to you like that.

Sancho: Maybe we are no dedicated enough, you theenk?

Tuppence: How are we supposed to know what's going on in the old man's head? I ask you!

Bianca: He really had fixed ideas in his head when he planned this place, eh?

Nera: Perhaps we need to be more careful about deciding which items to display in which rooms.

Rex: But it's fun just displaying things wherever we want! It is your museum, after all.

Poppy: Does that mean we have to switch everything around? Oh! I thought we'd done a good job.

Sancho: I no realise thees before. The more ees the value of the exhibit, the more higher the floor we eshould put eet on display, sí?

Tuppence: If he's got fixed ideas about what goes where, then it would be helpful if he let us know at the beginning.

Bianca: This'll be the real moment of truth now. We have to do our best to make this place into a decent museum.

Nera: So now we need to consider the types of things we have on display... My head's starting to spin with all these different things to think about!

Rex: The museum's full of really cool exhibits, Dad! Even Old Man Nick Knack seems quite happy.

Poppy: Different types of visitors? I wonder what they'll be like.

Poppy: If we're going to change the displays, we'll have to collect up lots of good souvenirs first.

Sancho: Now the aficionados, the experts of the knick-knacks, they gonna come to esee your collection, friend.

Tuppence: Some of our visitors may be a little hard to please, so it's going to be hard figuring out which articles to put on display.

Bianca: The visitors are enjoyin' the place, but Old Man Nick Knack still en't quite happy, eh?

Nera: Honestly! It would help if he just told it like it is one of these days!

Rex: Looks like something's still troubling the old man. But the customers seem happy, so who cares?

Poppy: Is Old Man Nick Knack going blind? Or does he mean that he doesn't like what we've done?

Sancho: Thees old señor, he knows what he likes, eh?

Tuppence: I do wish the old man would just lay his cards on the table and tell us what the problem is.

Bianca: He certainly didn't hold back, eh! What a tirin' old fella he is!

Nera: So that's his problem. But choosing a layout comes down to personal preference. Everyone has their different ideas.

Rex: Old Man Nick Knack was scarier than a scary monster just then!

Poppy: Well, he might not like it, but I think the way you've arranged everything is really nice, Dad.

Sancho: Heh heh heh! Maybe he no theenk ees esuch a good idea to geeve to you thees museum now, eh, friend?

Sancho: But ees normal. You can no become an expert over the night, sí?

Tuppence: So now we see his true character! I think it was nicer to be blissfully ignorant.

Bianca: Ha ha! The old fella dun't act much like a ghost, eh?

Nera: Sunlight is a gift from above. It gives life to all sorts of creatures in our world.

Nera: I'm not sure what good it does for ghosts, mind you.

Rex: It's nice to see the sun shining. I feel all warm and sleepy now.

Poppy: It feels so nice and warm. I love the smell of the sun!

Sancho: Sí. Thees ees mañana. Ees very important. Ees good to relax esometimes, you know.

Tuppence: Zzz... Oh dear! I seem to have fallen asleep... Zzz...zzz...

Bianca: It's nice to see folk havin' a fun time of it. We did a good job here.

Nera: Seeing people's smiling faces is the best reward for our efforts there could ever be.

Rex: It feels great to give people a good time like this! Poppy: It was hard work figuring out how to display everything, but it was well worth it.

Sancho: Esuccess, ees a good feeling, sí?

Tuppence: After all the hard work you did, I should hope we have even more visitors come along to enjoy it.

Bianca: We've certainly got a rare old bunch of stuff on display at the moment, eh?

Bianca: It was worth all the effort, Hero.

Nera: That's what's so great about a museum. It gives people the opportunity to see things they would never normally come across.

Rex: There are so many different types of things to collect. This is really good fun!

Poppy: People who don't have much chance to travel can come here and feel like they've travelled the whole world.

Sancho: Sí. These exhibits, they eshow the cultures from all over the world. We have eso many different theengs here now.

Tuppence: I hadn't seen a lot of the things we have on display before myself. I wouldn't mind having a closer look when there's more time.

Bianca: Blimey! We must've done a good job for him to be so complimentary!

Nera: I think that's possibly the first time he's ever paid us a compliment!

Rex: Yay! Of course the place looks cool. My dad did it, that's why!

Poppy: I hope I grow up like you, Dad. You always try so hard, and you never give up.

Sancho: You have always been the hard worker, friend. Even from when you are esmall.

Tuppence: I'm sure part of his compliment there was directed at me for my efforts too. How embarrassing!

Bianca: She's pretty keen, eh? I dun't think we'll have any problems leavin' the reception to her.

Nera: Old Man Nick Knack did well employing her. She's certainly dedicated to the job.

Rex: She's really getting into it, isn't she? We'd better make sure we pull our weight too.

Poppy: The museum suddenly feels a lot brighter now that Sue Veneer's working here.

Sancho: Thees señorita, eshe ees young, but eshe ees esuch a good woman.

Tuppence: It's lovely to see someone so passionate about something. She's practically aglow with excitement!

Bianca: I s'pose we'd better have a look at that note next time we're thinkin' of exhibitin' somethin'.

Nera: Sue seems like a very studious type. It's good for Old Man Nick Knack to have someone to pass his ideas on to.

Rex: She's so lucky! If only we had that note, it would be much easier to know how to plan the exhibits.

Poppy: I wonder who decides what the different articles are worth. Do you think it's Old Man Nick Knack?

Sancho: I no realise thees before. The more ees the value of the exhibit, the more higher the floor we eshould put eet on display, sí?

Tuppence: So the more valuable items get a higher rating. Correct?

Bianca: New articles? Sounds like Old Man Nick Knack's hard at work findin' out stuff for us, eh?

Nera: Ooh. I wonder what these new articles might be.

Rex: Ooh! It'll be fun going off hunting for new items. I hope we find them soon!

Poppy: We should definitely try and find them if we can. Old Man Nick Knack went to all that effort to find out about them for us, after all.

Sancho: Eso there are more esouvenirs we no find yet. I hope we find them esoon.

Tuppence: More articles? Just how many of these souvenirs are there dotted about the world?

Bianca: That weren't our intention, eh? I wonder what it is we've done wrong.

Nera: Well, we didn't mean for him to feel that way. It looks like he's finding it rather hard to trust us now.

Rex: Oops. He doesn't sound happy. We should put something on display. One thing would probably be better than nothing.

Poppy: I'm sure you must have your reasons, Dad. He just can't understand them, that's all.

Sancho: Ees really hurting thees old señor to esee all these theengs een the storeroom, eh?

Tuppence: It's really not my place to question your reasoning. Nonetheless...

Bianca: He's certainly got high hopes, eh? We'll have to make sure we make a go of this place.

Nera: It sounds like he's hoping we'll fulfil his dream for him. Well, we'll try our best, won't we?

Rex: I'm really looking forward to seeing what you'll do with the place too!

Poppy: He he! So now you're a museum curator as well as a king!

Sancho: Thees maxi medal, ees estrange, sí? You no want to know more about eet?

Tuppence: You're the boss! Naturally, I'll support you in all of your endeavours.

Bianca: I'm sure you en't doin' this to try and wind him up...are you?

Bianca: Still, it's not much of a museum if it just has the same old thing on display all the way through.

Nera: We should probably try to exhibit a wider variety of things, I suppose. That's how museums usually work.

Rex: I quite like how it is now, but I suppose we have to think about our visitors too.

Poppy: It looks more like a shop than a museum at the moment.

Sancho: Maybe ees better eef we change esome theengs to make thees old señor happy, no?

Tuppence: If this is what suits your fancy, then you should keep it as it is. There's no hard and fast rule when it comes to museums.

Bianca: You can't help but find him endearin', even though he is a grumpy old soul.

Nera: The old man probably never had to deal with this kind of thing before.

Rex: Thank the Goddess we've got a bit of advance warning! It could be quite scary having him jump out on you unannounced.

Poppy: You may be in charge of the museum now, Dad, but I think you still have to try and listen to what Old Man Nick Knack wants.

Sancho: We no do thees to make thees señor unhappy. Ees no need to escare us.

Tuppence: I thought he was just a harmless old man, but now I've seen his diary, I'm not so sure!

Bianca: So we've finally crossed the first hurdle. There's still a long way to go, mind.

Nera: It's always hard at the beginning. We mustn't let it make us lose heart.

Rex: Old Man Nick Knack will be pleased when we get more things to put on display.

Poppy: Old Man Nick Knack must work very hard at writing his diary. Maybe I should start one too.

Sancho: Sí. Ees right no to go too fast, or maybe you put yourself een weeth the horses' feet, eh? Ees a dangerous place, comprende?

Tuppence: I'm sure you'll soon turn the place into a fine museum, Hero.

Bianca: We're all lookin' forward to when this place is a full house, eh?

Bianca: Not far to go now.

Nera: I can't wait to see all the pedestals full, either.

Rex: I've been looking forward to filling the whole place up for ages. I hope we manage it soon.

Poppy: I'm sure you'll have the place full in no time, Dad. I can't wait!

Sancho: You need just a leettle more effort, friend. Can you do eet? You are no too tired?

Tuppence: It's just a matter of time before all the pedestals are full now.

Bianca: That's basically a roundabout way of him sayin' you en't got no taste, en't it?

Nera: I'm surprised he's still not satisfied. We filled up all the pedestals like he wanted, after all.

Rex: Are we still not done yet, then? Museums are really hard work!

Poppy: I thought he said we could just exhibit things how we wanted!

Sancho: Thees know-how, ees no esometheeng you can just pick eet up, eh? Ees gonna take time.

Tuppence: When one job ends, there's always another one waiting in the wings. The work here is never-ending!

Bianca: If only he'd give us that kind of information, it'd be a big help.

Nera: It sounds like Old Man Nick Knack is quite taken with Sue Veneer. Rex: Sue Veneer's really clever, you know.

Poppy: It sounds like he's giving Sue lots and lots of instructions. She must be working hard too.

Sancho: When you esee the young señorita working eso hard, ees a beautiful esight, sí?

Sancho: Thees old señor, he ees enjoying eet too.

Tuppence: Surely he's not secretly carrying a torch for her, is he? No, surely not!

Bianca: I hardly think the place looks like a joke! I wonder what it is that's so wrong with it.

Nera: I'm afraid Old Man Nick Knack obviously likes to let off steam in his diary and say all the hurtful things he can't say to our faces.

Rex: Do you think the visitors see the place as a joke too? That wouldn't be very good.

Poppy: I thought he said we could just exhibit things how we wanted!

Sancho: He esay to us, we put these knicks and knacks where we want, no? But he no like eet when we do eet.

Tuppence: We'd better do something about the place before the poor old man drives himself delirious!

Bianca: It dun't sound like Old Man Nick Knack is too pleased with the way we're displayin' things.

Bianca: I wonder if the sigh we sometimes hear when we put somethin' new on display is him showin' his disapproval.

Nera: Sounds like we need to be a bit more careful about how we arrange our displays.

Rex: Don't worry, Dad. I'm sure you'll have it cracked before long.

Poppy: He should tell us to our faces if he has a problem with what we're doing here.

Sancho: Thees señor, he wants to esay to us eso bad that he no like how we arrange the exhibits, eh? Ees like the barracuda weeth no teeth.

Tuppence: If we just tweak the displays, then I'm sure he'll be happy. Just a little more effort and we'll be there.

Bianca: I reckon it'll be a great museum if we keep goin' at this rate.

Nera: This is our first time running a museum, so there's obviously a learning curve, but I think we're getting there now.

Rex: He says we're having a good bash, but we clearly haven't quite got it how he wants yet, have we?

Poppy: I wonder how we're supposed to get a better feel for the job. That sounds like hard work.

Sancho: Ees no esometheeng you master een a few days, thees knick-knack esport. But you get a leettle better every day, sí?

Tuppence: This is his version of being fairly pleased with us, is it? It's rather hard to tell.

Bianca: Brilliant! We've finally made the old man happy at long last!

Nera: What a relief! It sounds like Old Man Nick Knack is finally satisfied with what we've done.

Rex: I always knew you could do it, Dad!

Poppy: Old Man Nick Knack says you did it just as he would've done it himself. I think you probably did it even better than that!

Sancho: You esee, friend? Thees señor, he likes you now because you are esuch a good curator.

Tuppence: That's the way. You're a proper curator now, Hero.

Bianca: I didn't know she had that kind of side to her too.

Nera: I'm not too bad when it comes to baking cakes myself. You'll have to have a taste one of these days.

Rex: Oh! I wish I could've tried some of her cakes!

Poppy: So Sue's been baking cakes? I've been wanting to do some baking of my own for ages now.

Sancho: Your Uncle Sancho, he ees good at baking the cakes too, you know. Sí, sí. And he ees good at eating them too.

Tuppence: So she's good at baking cakes, is she? Mmm... Now there's a quality I admire in a woman.

Bianca: I reckon you're doin' a really good job of runnin' this place, Hero.

Nera: Getting customers in through the doors is a real skill. That's what Papa always says.

Nera: And you've certainly managed to do that here, darling.

Rex: You worked really hard, Dad. The visitors can see that, I'm sure.

Poppy: I wonder what could be bothering Old Man Nick Knack. Surely nothing can be wrong if we have this many visitors.

Sancho: Ees black? Sí, ees dark. But ees no black.

Tuppence: It sometimes feels so long since we embarked on all this, and yet sometimes it feels like only yesterday. It's very odd.

Bianca: He recognised the Catas Trophy! He certainly knows his stuff, does Old Man Nick Knack.

Nera: He he he! Do you think he'll really be able to stop himself from grumbling?

Rex: If he stopped grumbling, then he wouldn't be like Old Man Nick Knack any more. That'd be a bit sad.

Poppy: Old Man Nick Knack seems really surprised. The Catas Trophy must be really valuable.

Sancho: I no believe eet too, when you get thees Catas Trophy, friend. You are estrong and macho now, My Majesty.

Tuppence: I doubt anyone other than you would be able to get hold of something like that to display, Hero.

Bianca: Yep, I reckon our museum could hold its head up high in the museum world now!

Nera: It's nice to hear the old man so happy with us. The museum really is a success now.

Rex: Oh yeah. I'd kind of forgotten that Old Man Nick Knack was a ghost.

Poppy: Hearing Old Man Nick Knack so happy with us is enough to make me forget about all the hard work we put in.

Sancho: Sí. You do esuch a good job, friend. You collect eso many knick-knacks.

Tuppence: He's not been so moved since the day he died? Now there's a sentence you don't read every day!

Bianca: Sue Veneer can never do anythin' wrong in the old man's eyes, eh?

Nera: I think I would've been rather afraid if I were her, chatting away to a ghostly old man in a museum in the dead of night!

Rex: Receptionists have to be good talkers. It goes with the job.

Poppy: Old Man Nick Knack really does like Sue Veneer, doesn't he?

Sancho: Thees young señorita, eshe likes to espeak. Eshe ees no estupid, eh?

Tuppence: So she's a good talker, is she? How delightful!

Bianca: I s'pose you can't blame him for thinkin' that. I mean, the place is still pretty empty.

Nera: It's a shame he thinks the place feels a bit creepy. Hopefully we'll have it looking nicer before long.

Rex: A customer! I wonder if that's thanks to Old Man Nick Knack spreading the news.

Poppy: It might be a little bit creepy, but it's in a lovely spot, surrounded by the forest like it is.

Sancho: Ees a customer! You must be nice to heem, okay?

Tuppence: I hope he doesn't see the old man and get a fright!

Bianca: This building in itself is a good advert for the museum if people are just stumblin' across it like that.

Nera: I don't think people are coming because they've heard of the place. Not yet, anyway.

Rex: Let's collect up lots of cool souvenirs and make this place into the best museum ever!

Poppy: It is very grand, but no one really knows about there being a museum here yet.

Sancho: Ees no right that thees señor, he has come here to esee the building and no the exhibits.

Tuppence: I suppose it is a surprisingly grand building to find in the middle of a forest like this.

Bianca: I wonder if he came from a long way away. Hopefully it won't be long before we dazzle folk with our exhibits as well as just the buildin' itself.

Nera: Do you think that man came here especially because he heard about the museum?

Rex: Everyone who comes here for the first time seems really impressed by the building.

Poppy: Hopefully we'll impress people even more with our displays before long.

Sancho: The clientes, they are coming fat and fast now, sí?

Tuppence: By the sound of his accent, I'd say he's travelled a fair old way to get here.

Bianca: We should put even more things on display if we want to keep the customers happy, eh?

Nera: I think we need to increase the number of exhibits if we want to keep our visitors interested.

Rex: There's still a long way to go, though. Hopefully we'll have the place full of exhibits before too long!

Poppy: Is this what a real museum feels like? I've never been to one before, so I don't really know.

Sancho: The clientes, they are coming fat and fast now, sí?

Tuppence: I suppose it is a surprisingly grand building to find in the middle of a forest like this.

Bianca: I'm not sure if that means he likes it or he dun't!

Nera: Well, we certainly seem to have surprised him!

Rex: What does he mean by that? Is he happy or not?

Poppy: I think maybe that man thought the place wasn't like a proper museum.

Sancho: These displays, I theenk ees gonna make every cliente feel thees way.

Tuppence: It is rather overwhelming to see so many of the same thing on display.

Bianca: Seein' all these things on display reminds me of all the places we've visited.

Nera: Every one of the items we have here is special because of the effort the local people put into making them.

Nera: And they all remind me of the different places we went to together to collect them.

Rex: I bet there are still lots more souvenirs out there in places I haven't been to yet.

Rex: We'll have to go off hunting for them together sometime!

Poppy: When you look at special souvenirs like this, you can really feel the effort that went into making them.

Sancho: For the esouvenirs, ees no just about how much you pay for them.

Sancho: Ees about the feeling the artisan, he puts eenside thees esouvenir when he ees making eet. Ees from thees where comes the real value.

Tuppence: There are all kinds of souvenirs out there, from the useful to the utterly ridiculous!

Bianca: He certainly is quite a man! It's a bit embarrassin' bein' praised like that, though, eh?

Nera: It really is very encouraging to hear people being so appreciative of all the hard work we've done here.

Rex: Yeah, he's right. There aren't even that many people just travelling the world now.

Poppy: Do you think Old Man Nick Knack told him that it's you who's been collecting up all the souvenirs to display?

Sancho: Ees because you find them yourself that these exhibits, they have eso much meaning for you, sí, friend?

Tuppence: It's quite a responsibility for people who are kings and curators and the like.

Bianca: The rarer the exhibits? I reckon the stuff on display up here's quite a bit rarer than what's downstairs, eh?

Nera: I think the more common exhibits are full of charm. I'm sure plenty of people would come to see them too.

Rex: This room's so amazing it makes people want to sing! We'd better save it for our best exhibits.

Poppy: I can't decide which is prettier: that man's singing voice or this room's decoration. I like pretty things. Let's put lots of pretty things on display!

Sancho: Sí, sí. Esome items, they are more rare than the others. You must look at your item carefully to know eef ees a good one or no.

Sancho: Your Uncle Sancho:, he ees good at judging the esouvenirs, you know.

Tuppence: I'm afraid I find it rather hard to relax if the decor in a room is too much on the grand side.

Bianca: The museum itself is quite a display piece, eh? The outside is all nice and natural, and the inside is really relaxin'.

Nera: There's nothing more beautiful than art that's filled with leaves rustling in the wind on sun-bathed branches.

Rex: It does smell nice and green here.

Poppy: It feels nice to be in the forest, surrounded by living trees all around.

Sancho: Thees museum, eet no eseems to be out of place een the forest. Ees like ees just a beeg tree!

Tuppence: Being in the middle of a forest is certainly an unusual sensation.

Bianca: You certainly dun't often come across places like this, eh? Maybe this is the only one in the world.

Nera: It's very rewarding to have people coming to visit from far and wide.

Rex: Chic? What does that mean?

Poppy: Does chic just mean pretty? Or was she trying to speak like Sancho does?

Sancho: Thees señora, eshe ees eso elegant. Eshe knows what ees chic and what ees no chic.

Tuppence: Yes, the museum building itself is quite a curiosity.

Bianca: I wonder if he was here researchin' somethin' or other. I hope the place can be of use to him.

Nera: I heard that some people like to carry out research on the world's various regional souvenirs.

Rex: Studying from books is all well and good, but it's better if you can actually get to see the real thing too.

Poppy: Do you think he came here to study?

Sancho: Sí, sí. Thees museum ees just right for estudying the cultures and the foreign places, no?

Tuppence: He seems the type to study something to the nth degree once it's piqued his interest.

Bianca: A stunnin' exhibit, eh? It's pretty tricky figurin' out what to put on display in such a grand-lookin' room.

Nera: I'm sure that doesn't mean only a beautiful exhibit would work. Something interesting would work too. We should experiment with a few ideas.

Rex: A stunning exhibit? Why would it need to be stunning?

Poppy: A stunning exhibit sounds like an expensive exhibit to me.

Sancho: Ees true. Thees exhibit you put on display een here, ees the pride of the museum.

Tuppence: I'm sure that anything we put on display in here would look quite lovely.

Bianca: The museum's here for everyone to enjoy, so I hope they dun't feel too overwhelmed by the place.

Nera: We should try and make sure it's the kind of place everyone feels welcome in, don't you think, darling?

Rex: Why would anyone feel nervous here? I think the place is cool!

Poppy: When you feel really nervous like that, you start to hear your own heart beating.

Sancho: Sí, ees true. Ees no easy to relax een a building when ees eso grand. Esome people, they no even want to go eenside.

Tuppence: Looks like they're not very well acquainted with places like this.

Bianca: Honeymoon, eh? Reminds me of when you and me had just got married, Hero.

Nera: I don't mind where we go. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy

Nera: And that includes our travels together now, of course.

Rex: Hey, I just had a thought. Isn't Sancho married?

Poppy: I wonder if I'll get married one day.

Sancho: When I hear esomeone talking about the weddings, I weesh I could esee your wedding, friend. I, I... (sniff)

Tuppence: I hope I'll find myself a beautiful bride one of these days.

Bianca: Fair enough. You can see why he wouldn't want to travel too much if it'd put his wife in danger.

Bianca: You dun't need to worry about me, though, Hero. I'll stick by your side wherever you go.

Nera: If you love a person, then you'll gladly go anywhere with them. That's the way I feel, anyway.

Rex: It's up to us to save the world and make it peaceful again so that people can go wherever they want.

Poppy: Souvenirs don't tell the whole story though, do they? I mean, there's more to the world than what's on display here.

Poppy: I hope it's safe again soon for people to travel all over and see all the amazing places there are.

Sancho: Eef thees señor, he ees hoping to impress hees wife, he must take her to every dark corner of thees place.

Tuppence: It's certainly not easy travelling about the place these days, that's for sure.

Bianca: D'you reckon he come all this way to see his work on display?

Nera: I should think that man's over the moon to see something he made with his own hands on display here.

Rex: What? That man made one of the exhibits? Which one?

Poppy: He says he made one of the exhibits, but he won't tell anyone which one it is.

Sancho: Thees señor, he no espeak like the great artisan. I wonder which ees the exhibit that he made...

Tuppence: He must be pretty convinced he's made a marvel of a knick-knack to be showing off about it like that.

Bianca: I dun't remember seein' anythin' in here before, personally.

Nera: There are lots of other rooms to see in the museum. He should look around more.

Rex: What's that man talking about?

Poppy: Is that man just having us on?

Sancho: Ees good we have eso many different señores and señoras coming to visit, no?

Tuppence: Which exhibit was that man looking at exactly when he said that? Sounds a bit fishy to me.

Bianca: It's hard to imagine anyone'd forget somethin' they made 'emselves.

Bianca: Maybe that kid's right.

Nera: Do you think the man was just teasing that little boy? Or do you think...?

Rex: Lying's wrong! Lying's the first step to becoming a thief!

Poppy: I don't know if I believe him, either. I've just got a funny feeling about him.

Sancho: Ees only thees man heemself who knows eef ees the truth or no.

Tuppence: Don't you think he just means he dabbles in all sorts of things? You know, sort of a jack of all trades.

Bianca: Little kids are always so curious. It's impossible to stop 'em wanderin' off lookin' at everythin', eh?

Nera: It's really very healthy for little boys to be inquisitive, you know.

Rex: All the souvenirs are really amazing. It's not surprising he's wandered off to look at them.

Poppy: I'd be too worried about losing you to wander off anywhere.

Sancho: I have the esame problem when Rex, he was a young boy.

Sancho: But Poppy, eshe always knows how to find her brother. Sí, those young days, they have esuch good memories for me.

Tuppence: I hope the little nipper doesn't get lost or anything...

Bianca: Sounds like he used to be a bit of a craftsman too in his day.

Nera: I wonder what kind of things that craftsman used to make.

Rex: Wow! A real craftsman! That's amazing!

Poppy: That old man had a twinkle in his eye. I'm sure he's still got the skills to make something even now.

Sancho: Sí, sí. Thees señor, he ees the true artisan. He has esome kind of especial aura.

Tuppence: I bet anyone who wanted to follow in that man's footsteps would have some serious training to do first.

Bianca: It's nice to have a satisfied customer, eh?

Nera: It's our job to create a museum that's never dull, so that people can come time and again and still enjoy it just as much as they did the first time.

Rex: Excellent! He loves our knick-knackatory. That means the way the exhibits are laid out must be good too.

Poppy: It's because the exhibits are all so well-made. That's why it never gets boring, no matter how many times you look at them.

Sancho: For the artisans, ees good to esee the work of the others. Ees a way to esharpen your eskills.

Sancho: These exhibits you have collected, friend, they are esometheeng especial for these people.

Tuppence: I'd rather see the work of the great craftswoman in the sky, personally. Works in Her own image, if you know what I mean!

Bianca: It's hard gettin' good at somethin', no matter what it is.

Bianca: The main thing is havin' the oomph to get back up and try again even when things en't gone well.

Nera: That's such a good attitude. It's better to try again after a failure than to regret it later on.

Rex: I never give up on anything! I always stick at it to the end!

Poppy: I hope one day we'll be able to put one of that man's creations on display here.

Sancho: Mañana, mañana. Thees señor, he ees estill eso young. There ees muchos time for heem.

Tuppence: I know how the poor chap feels. I had a terrible time of it when I was training to be a soldier.

Bianca: The more customers the better as far as I'm concerned!

Nera: What a waste, holing himself up down here when there are all those exhibits on display upstairs!

Rex: I would've thought it'd be harder to relax in the storeroom. It's so gloomy.

Poppy: Oh! He scared me! I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the storeroom.

Sancho: Esome people, they can relax here, esome people, they can relax there. But the storeroom... No, ees no for your Uncle Sancho.

Tuppence: Surely there are better places to relax than the storeroom, aren't there?

Bianca: I s'pose it's not often folk get a glimpse inside a museum storeroom, eh?

Nera: Well, it's a good job we put some exhibits on display in the storeroom, isn't it?

Rex: It's great that people are looking at everything we've put on display, even the exhibits in the storeroom.

Poppy: I suppose this is a good place if you just want to look at some exhibits without worrying about the crowds.

Sancho: Thees room ees no the display room. Ees just the storeroom.

Sancho: But thees señor, he no eseem to care.

Tuppence: It's a bit of a waste to come all the way out here to the knick-knackatory and only see the exhibits in the storeroom, don't you think?

Bianca: What a funny bloke! He seems more interested in how we've lined the exhibits up than the actual exhibits 'emselves!

Nera: It's nice to know people share your tastes, isn't it, Hero?

Rex: What do you think he means by 'inspired'? Does he like it or not?

Poppy: Did you hear that, Dad? He thinks your displays are really good.

Sancho: Sí. Ees true. You can change the way the exhibits look just by changing the places where they are on display.

Tuppence: Different people certainly seem to react to the displays in different ways, don't they?

Bianca: Blimey! Looks like talk of this place has reached all the way up to the heavens, eh?

Nera: A Zenithian! What a great honour!

Rex: Do you think she flew here all the way from the Zenithian castle up in the sky? Wow! Having wings would be amazing!

Poppy: If only I had wings, I could soar up into the sky and fly free for miles and miles.

Sancho: Your knick-knackatory, eet ees famous now, My Majesty. The señores and señoras are coming from far and wide.

Tuppence: If even she's heard the news that you're the new curator of the knick-knackatory, Hero...

Tuppence: Well, you can't spread a rumour much further than Zenithia, can you?

Bianca: Yikes! Sounds like she's a bit peeved, eh?

Nera: I suppose it is a bit of a serious sort of place for a honeymoon really.

Rex: That lady's really pretty, isn't she?

Poppy: I hope I'll get married one day.

Sancho: Ees estrange. I believe all young women, they love to esee the fine theengs made by the artisans, no?

Tuppence: I hope I'll find myself a beautiful bride one of these days.

Bianca: Did you see the smile on his face when he said 'wife'? It's all so new and romantic for 'em, eh?

Bianca: Ha ha! You look all embarrassed, Hero.

Nera: It must make you so happy as curator of the place to hear someone singing its praises like that.

Rex: He's really happy. He actually thinks his wife is having fun.

Poppy: What a nice man. It's a shame he doesn't realise his wife's not enjoying herself.

Sancho: Ees notheeng better than to esee the proud young señor and the new señora, sí? But...ees better eef they are happy.

Tuppence: Well I'd give the chap marks for effort, I suppose, but I reckon I could teach him a thing or two about keeping his wife happy.

Bianca: Yeah, I know what she means. And travellin 'about with you...

Bianca: Well, I've learnt so much. Not just about stuff like these exhibits, but all sorts.

Nera: They say that when a craftsman creates a masterpiece, he gives it a life of its own.

Nera: Well, when someone has so much passion for what they do, it's got to rub off, hasn't it?

Rex: Anyone can become great. Right, Dad?

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Poppy: I wonder what kind of potential she's talking about. There are so many different kinds. Hundreds and hundreds, potentially...

Sancho: Een these displays, thees señora esees the potential of the mankind.

Sancho: Sí, eshe ees a very eshrewd señora.

Bianca: It is bustlin', that's for sure. Shame we en't chargin' an entrance fee, eh?

Nera: It's a wonderful feeling seeing all these people who've made such an effort to come and see the exhibits we've put on display, isn't it?

Rex: It seems like ages ago now that this place was just a cobwebby old place with nothing in it.

Poppy: It's such a great feeling to see all these people here.

Sancho: Look at all these señores and señoras! Eet, eet makes me eso happy! Sí, ees a great knick-knackatory.

Tuppence: I bet Old Man Nick's as chuffed as cheese!

Bianca: We have got quite a collection goin' now, eh? Just goes to show how many places we've bin to.

Nera: It's travelling with you that made me realise how wonderful the world we live in is.

Rex: All of the rooms look different once you put a few knick-knacks in them, don't they?

Poppy: I like pretty little knick-knacks too. They're my favourite.

Sancho: You have the eye for beauties, sí, friend? Ees a good idea to make the displays like thees.

Tuppence: Well everyone likes to gaze on something pretty, don't they?

Bianca: It could be fun havin' different foods on display. Hmm, not sure they'd age very well, mind!

Nera: Papa always says that good food needs more than a good flavour to become a haute cuisine speciality.

Nera: It needs that little something more...

Rex: Those paellas Sancho: makes should be on display here. They're amazing!

Poppy: I'll be first in line to try some of whatever it is he cooks if it ever does end up being on display here.

Sancho: I no like to clack my own castanets, but my cooking ees esometheeng especial, no? You like my paella, sí?

Tuppence: Do men who can cook attract the ladies? Perhaps I ought to don an apron once in a while.

Bianca: I seem to remember sayin' it was my dream to run an inn, back when I was her age.

Nera: Perhaps that little girl will grow up to be an accomplished artisan.

Rex: Maybe I should try making something too.

Poppy: I wonder what sort of thing she has in mind. It'd be great if we could put something of hers on display for her, wouldn't it?

Sancho: These dreams, they, they are eso important. They eshape the man you become een the future.

Sancho: You must hold your dreams close to your heart.

Tuppence: Sounds like the little girl's got quite a future ahead of her!

Bianca: Everyone's welcome here, no matter what the purpose of their journey is.

Nera: The knick-knackatory is a good place for people to have a rest, I suppose.

Rex: I hope more and more travellers come by here and look at all the things we've put on display.

Poppy: It doesn't matter if people plan to come here or just stumble on the place. The more the merrier.

Sancho: Ees good eef the travellers, they can have the siesta here too, no?

Tuppence: Ah, yes. You can't beat finding a good place to catch forty winks.

Bianca: I wonder if he was here researchin' somethin' or other. I hope the place can be of use to him.

Nera: I heard that some people like to carry out research on the world's various regional souvenirs.

Rex: Studying from books is all well and good, but it's better if you can actually get to see the real thing too.

Poppy: Do you think he came here to study?

Sancho: Sí, sí. Thees museum ees just right for estudying the cultures and the foreign places, no?

Tuppence: I wouldn't be surprised if he bored a hole in the exhibits looking at them so intently like that!

Bianca: It's nice to see things in a museum, but you can't beat havin' somethin' nice on display at home.

Nera: Any souvenir is a wonderful gift, because it shows you were thinking of someone on your travels.

Nera: I'm sure she'll be delighted with whatever he decides to buy in the end.

Rex: It's good not knowing what souvenir you're going to buy. You can have fun looking at all the different things on sale!

Poppy: I'd be happy with anything that was given to me if it was given with love.

Sancho: Maybe ees a good idea eef we choose for thees señor the good esouvenir, no?

Tuppence: It's the thought that counts after all, isn't it? Well, the present's got to be half-decent as well, if you ask me.

Bianca: Well, if someone artistic like him reckons they're beautiful, then they must be!

Nera: What an accomplished performer, just making up a poem about the knick-knackatory on the spot like that!

Rex: ...And all the wonderful displays, that did the visitors amaze, were collected by none other than Rex!

Rex: Well, what do you think? Could I be a poet too?

Poppy: What a superb poem! I think it's even more entertaining than the exhibits!

Sancho: Sí, I know ees full of the wonderful displays, but ees no good to make eso much noise.

Sancho: Ees a museum. You no make a noise een the museum. Eet must be esilence all the time.

Tuppence: Now everyone's looking at him rather than the exhibits! I bet he feels stupid!

Bianca: I wonder whereabouts he's from.

Nera: Which is the exhibit from his country, do you think?

Rex: If it's something that's on display here, it means we must've been to wherever he comes from, doesn't it?

Poppy: I suppose it does kind of advertise places if we put exhibits from them on display here.

Sancho: For the countries that we are displaying their esouvenirs, ees good eef muchos travellers are visiting them, sí?

Tuppence: Must be a bit of a strain having to worry about an entire country. I don't think I'd be cut out for it.

Bianca: Prettiness is in the eye of the beholder, though, eh? Different things appeal to different folk.

Nera: It sounds like that young woman saw something on display she rather liked.

Rex: If I had to choose one trinket from all the things in here, I'd take one of the really amazing inventions. Something really interesting.

Poppy: Yeah. I'd quite like a pretty little trinket too.

Sancho: Sí, sí. Everyone likes the pretty displays, but ees the inside that counts. We have the esaying where I come from: faces we esee, hearts we don't know.

Tuppence: Pretty little trinket? Yes, she certainly is that!

Bianca: Sounds like he was expectin' the exhibits to be a bit more on the grand side, eh?

Nera: It's true, I suppose. This grand old building makes some of the exhibits look a bit out of place.

Rex: I like the funny novelty exhibits best!

Poppy: I like the novelty exhibits too, but if I had to choose, there are lots of pretty, shiny exhibits I'd pick as my favourites first.

Sancho: Ees good the clientes, they enjoy the funny exhibits too, no? Tuppence: The exhibits need to be 'funny'. I mean, if they weren't a bit out of the ordinary, they wouldn't make good knick-knacks, would they?

Bianca: I s'pose some of the stuff is a bit weird. But it's the thought that went into makin' it that counts.

Nera: What's important is how much care and attention went into creating these souvenirs.

Nera: I wish people wouldn't just focus on whether the displays look pretty or not.

Rex: Well, I like the weird exhibits. They're the most fun to look at, after all.

Poppy: I don't think they're weird. There's something quite charming about them if you ask me.

Sancho: Different people, they like different theengs, you know.

Sancho: Esome people, they esee the interesting display, but for others, the esame display, eet ees just esometheeng loco.

Tuppence: That chap's missing the point. Weird is wonderful, you see, just like big is beautiful.

Bianca: We have got quite a collection goin' now, eh? Just goes to show how many places we've bin to.

Nera: It's travelling with you that made me realise how wonderful the world we live in is.

Rex: The whole room feels different when you put lots of weird and wonderful exhibits on display, doesn't it?

Poppy: I like the weird exhibits too, but if I had to choose, there are lots of pretty, shiny exhibits I'd pick as my favourites first.

Sancho: Sí. Ees eso many different esouvenirs from eso many different lands.

Tuppence: I suppose it's hardly surprising really, but the more peculiar an exhibit is, the more it seems to stand out.

Bianca: It's nice to hear folk say things like that. Makes you feel all the effort we went to to get the stuff was worth it.

Nera: There are lots of people here who are seeing these regional crafts for the first time in their lives.

Rex: Since I've been travelling with you, Dad, I've seen loads of things for the first time too.

Poppy: It's so exciting seeing some of these things for the first time, isn't it?

Sancho: When you esee esometheeng for the first time, you never forget, sí? Eet makes the beeg impression, no?

Tuppence: That's how I feel about lots of the exhibits in here. I've never laid eyes on half of them before in my entire life.

Bianca: I hope folk don't think the place is stuck-up. The best museums are the ones you can just enjoy without puttin' on any airs.

Nera: It's good to see all sorts of people enjoying the place. A knick-knackatory should be accessible to everyone!

Rex: It'd be really boring in here if everyone was being serious and formal.

Poppy: I wonder if lots of people think museums are stuck-up places.

Sancho: Thees señor, he ees the true macho bronco. Eet must be very hard for heem to estep eenside thees place, no? But estill he comes een.

Tuppence: No, a museum's no place for stuck-up, monocled old fuddy-duddies!

Bianca: It's good if folk are chattin' about this place when they're down the pub. Pub rumours always spread far and wide.

Nera: It's great that people are chatting about the knick-knackatory in their free time.

Rex: I wonder what the man told him about the place.

Poppy: So he's here on business, then? Poor thing!

Sancho: Heh heh! Even een the pubs now, they are talking about thees knick-knackatory!

Tuppence: Chatting about souvenirs to help the grog go down? That's a new one on me!

Bianca: I reckon it's good if the exhibits are a bit funny, otherwise no one would bother comin' to see 'em.

Nera: Well I think it's a good thing to have a variety of exhibits on display.

Rex: I like the funny exhibits. They're, er...funny!

Poppy: If the exhibits are a bit funny, it means the craftsmen must've been fun, interesting people. That's good, isn't it?

Sancho: Different people, they like different theengs, you know.

Sancho: Esome people, they esee the interesting display, but for others, the esame display, eet ees just esometheeng loco.

Tuppence: That chap's missing the point. Weird is wonderful, you see, just like big is beautiful.

Bianca: Fancy bein' the subject of a poem, eh, Hero?

Nera: What an accomplished performer, just making up a poem about the knick-knackatory on the spot like that!

Rex: That poet can make up a poem about anything! It's amazing!

Poppy: What a superb poem! I think it's even more entertaining than the exhibits!

Sancho: Sí, I know ees full of the wonderful displays, but ees no good to make eso much noise.

Sancho: Ees a museum. You no make a noise een the museum. Eet must be esilence all the time.

Tuppence: Now everyone's looking at him rather than the exhibits! I bet he feels stupid!

Bianca: She does look a bit out of place dressed like that in a museum!

Nera: She stands out more than the exhibits do!

Rex: Wow! She's wearing exactly the same outfit as Patty the party planner!

Poppy: Do you think she wore that all the way here?

Sancho: For the young señorita to come to thees knick-knackatory een esuch clothes, ees, ees, ees...

Tuppence: A bunny? Looking funny? Never! Bunnies are welcome any time, any place, if you ask me!

Bianca: You en't got a bit of a thing for her by any chance, have you, Hero?

Nera: Don't you mind her wearing that in here, Hero?

Nera: No, of course you don't! You're so tolerant of people, aren't you?

Rex: Wow! She's wearing exactly the same outfit as Patty the party planner!

Poppy: Do you think she wore that all the way here?

Sancho: For the young señorita to come to thees knick-knackatory een esuch clothes, ees, ees, ees...

Tuppence: A bunny? Looking funny? Never! Bunnies are welcome any time, any place, if you ask me!

Bianca: I reckon he's prob'ly some sort of craftsman too, eh?

Nera: It sounds like he's a craftsman or something like that too.

Rex: That man's cool!

Poppy: I suppose craftsmen never stop studying, do they?

Sancho: Thees señor, he eseems to be the master craftsman.

Sancho: But estill he believes he can improve hees technique, you know? Ees thees I admire eso much.

Tuppence: Hmm... There's more to that man than meets the eye.

Bianca: I s'pose you could say the place is a bit scary. Sounds like she's pretty impressed with you, mind!

Nera: I don't think the woman dislikes the way you've set the place out, Hero.

Nera: It's just that it's not the kind of museum a young lady would like to walk around on her own at night, that's all.

Rex: A scary knick-knackatory? That makes it a bit like a haunted house, doesn't it?

Poppy: You could change a few of the exhibits, Dad. For something less scary, I mean.

Sancho: Thees señorita, her face ees white like the uncooked tortilla, no? Maybe here ees no the place for ladies now.

Tuppence: Scary? This place? W-Well I'm not scared.

Bianca: Oops. Sounds like he's regrettin' bringin' her here. Maybe we could try changin' things about a bit so she's not so scared.

Nera: The poor man's really upset. At least we could change things around so the place isn't so scary any more, couldn't we?

Rex: It's a great place for a honeymoon! I think he's just saying that because he's scared by the exhibits.

Poppy: Lots of the other visitors seem to be scared by the exhibits at the moment, but he's scared his wife doesn't love him!

Sancho: There are no eso many clientes now, eh, friend? Maybe they are no coming because ees eso escary here now.

Tuppence: I bet Old Man Nick would like these displays, being a ghost and all.

Bianca: He seems to have a bit of a different way of seein' things to other folk. I s'pose that's what bein' in battle all the time does to you.

Nera: I suppose he's seen so much in all the battles he's fought. It must affect the way you look at things.

Rex: I don't know what that man said exactly, but it made him sound really cool!

Poppy: I can't even peek at most of the exhibits that are on display at the moment.

Poppy: But that man's been looking straight at them for ages, hasn't he? Wow! He must be so brave!

Sancho: Sí! You esee? The right kind of person, he can appreciate thees display.

Tuppence: Do you think I might be able to toughen up enough to stare out one of these terrifying exhibits?

Bianca: Well, you can't accuse him of mincin' his words, eh?

Nera: Well it's important that people keep at least one or two places where they can go to relax in these troubled times.

Rex: Does he mean it's just for play? Because we don't play most of the time. Most of the time we're busy fighting monsters!

Poppy: Why did he bother coming if that's what he thinks?

Sancho: Ees always important to have the time for relaxing, you know. And for the paella. Sí, sí, sí.

Tuppence: Sounds like that chap's a bit sore about something if you ask me. Maybe he had a bad experience recently.

Bianca: He does look a bit of a state. I wonder where it is he's come from.

Nera: The poor man! He must've had a terribly harsh time of it getting here.

Rex: I don't think his clothes would've got that messed up just from travelling.

Rex: Maybe he fought some amazing monster on the way here or something!

Poppy: Do you think he's hurt? I hope he's okay...

Sancho: Thees señor, he ees no a seasoned traveller, eh?

Tuppence: He's not being serious, is he? I mean, he just got changed into those clothes before he came in or something, didn't he?

Bianca: We have got quite a collection goin' now, eh? Just goes to show how many places we've bin to.

Nera: It's travelling with you that made me realise how wonderful the world we live in is.

Rex: If you put enough scary exhibits in a room, it makes the whole place feel darker, doesn't it?

Poppy: I don't like scary exhibits. I'm sure I'd end up in tears if I came here at night.

Sancho: Sí. Ees eso many different esouvenirs from eso many different lands.

Tuppence: The scary exhibits certainly turn heads, don't they? Actually, you know what would be really scary? A turning head!

Bianca: I s'pose havin' scary exhibits on display does attract a certain type of customer.

Nera: Do you get the impression the scary displays are attracting the wrong sort of people?

Rex: Don't worry! If there's any trouble, you and me will sort it out, right, Dad?

Poppy: I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but...sometimes I see visitors with really scary eyes.

Sancho: But thees place, eet ees a museum.

Sancho: No one ees gonna make trouble een the museum. Ees too quiet, sí?

Tuppence: Never fear, Tuppence: is here! I'll make short work of any troublemakers, you'll see.

Bianca: I s'pose havin' scary exhibits on display does attract a certain type of customer.

Nera: Do you get the impression the scary displays are attracting the wrong sort of people?

Rex: Don't worry! If there's any trouble, you and me will sort it out, right, Dad?

Poppy: I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but...sometimes I see visitors with really scary eyes.

Sancho: But thees place, eet ees a museum.

Sancho: No one ees gonna make trouble een the museum. Ees too quiet, sí?

Tuppence: I think I'll take the old man's advice and keep my distance.

Bianca: Hmm. I know a weirdo when I see one, and he definitely qualifies!

Nera: But he looks like such a decent, reliable man! I certainly wouldn't trust him now, though.

Rex: That man's not a... He's not a monster...is he?

Poppy: That man's eyes are really scary.

Sancho: Ees because of these displays. Ees making esuch señores come to the knick-knackatory.

Tuppence: You don't hear too many 'hwa ha ha's, eh? I mean, most people try to cover up their sinister laughs, don't they?

Bianca: You don't think he's plannin' on nickin' somethin' from our knick-knackatory, do you?

Nera: I can't help worrying about the exhibits a bit when I see people like that in here.

Rex: That man's not a... He's not a thief...is he?

Poppy: Every now and then I see people like that man here. You know, people with a scary look in their eyes.

Sancho: Ees because of these displays. Ees making esuch señores come to the knick-knackatory.

Tuppence: Uh-oh! Why isn't there a guard on the top floor!?

Bianca: I'm feelin' a kind of darkness too. You don't think there's really a dark aura here, do you?

Nera: So I'm not the only one who's feeling it, then?

Rex: Maybe we'd better not leave these exhibits out for too long then, do you think?

Poppy: That's exactly what I was feeling too!

Sancho: Sí. Ees true. Ees like we no look at the exhibit. The exhibit, ees looking at us!

Tuppence: That all sounds a bit scary to me. I think I'll just pretend I didn't hear it.

Bianca: That's odd. I wonder how he knows about it.

Nera: I wonder what he's so flustered about.

Rex: How come that old man knows about the Catas Trophy anyway? You, you don't think he's from the underworld, do you?

Poppy: Maybe he knows how powerful Estark is. Maybe that's why he seemed so worried.

Sancho: Thees señor, eet eseems he knows the Catas Trophy. He ees no the ordinary cliente, no?

Tuppence: Oh dear! Is, is something bad going to happen? Is there a problem?

Bianca: It's a bit tricky to know what to display in the best room of the house, eh?

Nera: Maybe we should try putting different exhibits on display here until the old man seems happy...

Rex: Something else? But what? There are so many things to choose from.

Poppy: I agree with whatever you choose to put on display, Dad.

Sancho: You know, when you theenk about only the exhibits that are grand enough for thees room, you can make the choices esmaller.

Tuppence: Something else? I wonder what on earth the old man's hoping we'll put on display here.

Bianca: What's his problem? Has he just come here to annoy us?

Nera: This must be the man we were told about.

Rex: He's a bit weird, isn't he? In all the places we've visited up to now, I don't remember meeting anyone quite like him before.

Poppy: I don't like people like him. Will you talk to him, please, so that I don't have to?

Sancho: Thees señor, he no espeak eso nice, eh? But eef he tells us about the exhibits, maybe ees no eso bad.

Tuppence: This chap's got a bit of a chip on his shoulder, hasn't he?

Tuppence: Who does he think he's talking to, eh? Doesn't he know he's addressing King Hero?

Bianca: Don't listen to him, Hero. Just do things how you want.

Nera: He doesn't look all that busy to me. What do you think, darling?

Rex: We have not got a lot of time on our hands! We're always busy fighting monsters and stuff! Right, Dad?

Poppy: I don't like people like him. Will you talk to him, please, so that I don't have to?

Sancho: Ees no the time you need for thees. Ees the determination. You must be hungry like the barracuda for just thees one exhibit.

Tuppence: If you ask me, he looks like he's got a lot more time on his hands than we do.

Bianca: Don't listen to him, Hero. Just do things how you want.

Nera: He can't say that! Cuisine is never worthless. Papa would have a fit!

Rex: I don't care what he says. I like chocolate medalliyums, and that's that!

Poppy: I bet he secretly wants us to give all our medalliyums to him. That's why he's saying that.

Sancho: At least thees señor, he geeves us esome esmall words of encouragement, no?

Tuppence: Worthless to him, maybe, but I bet chocolate lovers would have something to say about that. They'd be furious!

Bianca: That dun't sound all bad. In fact, I'd say he quite likes it.

Nera: He certainly keeps a close eye on what's on display, doesn't he? He knows exactly what's on the other floors too.

Nera: He really does love his souvenirs.

Rex: Ships in bottles are amazing! I never get bored of looking at them.

Poppy: There are ships in bottles everywhere. How many did you put on display, Dad?

Sancho: The more you look at these esheeps een bottles, the more you esee how much work eet must be to make them.

Tuppence: We're not making fun of anyone! There's a reason why you've done this, I'll bet, isn't there, Hero? A cunning plan or something.

Bianca: Nothin' he has could outclass that. It's from your hometown, after all.

Nera: We used to have some gemstones at home too. Just normal ones, though.

Rex: He said it was a fine gem, but do you think he was lying?

Poppy: He can't bear to be outdone, can he?

Sancho: Thees señor, he ees esaying a nice theeng about the Whealbrook esapphire, or he ees esaying esometheeng bad?

Sancho: Eef ees one theeng, I hug heem. Eef ees another, I hammer heem!

Tuppence: Whealbrook's where you used to live, isn't it, Hero?

Bianca: What a blimmin' cheek!

Nera: It sounds like he doesn't put any value on things unless they cost money, no matter how amazing they are.

Rex: But Zizzwizz Pillows are amazing! They're so comfortable, they could send a monster to sleep. That man doesn't know anything!

Poppy: Why did that man even come to the knick-knackatory when he doesn't seem to like knick-knacks at all?

Sancho: Ees no just about the garbanzos...

Tuppence: I don't think I like the way this fat cat thinks.

Bianca: I s'pose it is important to keep things in good nick. Maybe we should have a bit of a polish before long.

Nera: He's right, isn't he? We should polish it up so there's a beautiful, gleaming exhibit for him the next time we speak.

Rex: The exhibits do look better when they're all clean and shiny.

Poppy: When you clean things, it makes you feel cleaner inside too.

Sancho: You know, your Uncle Sancho:, he ees good at thees kind of work.

Tuppence: I don't like listening to anything that chap says now, even if it does make perfect sense!

Bianca: Oh yeah. The toff's tea set! Reminds me of that time we went off ghost-bustin' when we was kids.

Nera: He just can't help comparing everything here to something he owns at home, can he?

Rex: I like this tea set. It's really cool!

Rex: I don't like tea, though. It's really hot. And bitter too.

Poppy: Oops! I wasn't listening! What did he just say?

Sancho: Ees esometheeng, no? He no esay ees the best, but ees estill good, sí?

Tuppence: He says it's a decent exhibit, but then he undermines it in his next breath. You just don't know what to believe, do you?

Bianca: Hah! He'll never be able to get one of them for himself!

Nera: It really troubles that man if he feels like he can't have something, doesn't it?

Rex: That man just wants expensive things, doesn't he? He doesn't really care about souvenirs and knick-knacks.

Poppy: He really hates losing, doesn't he?

Sancho: Ees no important eef the knick-knacks, they are expensive or they are cheap.

Tuppence: I don't think I like the way this fat cat thinks.

Bianca: Mmm... The blossom smells lovely. You're the one who made it bloom too, Hero.

Nera: Isn't it amazing? He doesn't feel anything, even when presented with something as beautiful as this blossom.

Rex: Isn't it wrong to make snap judgements like that?

Poppy: Fine! We won't bother showing him any more beautiful branches of blossom then! See if we care!

Sancho: Sí... Thees ees the branch you once breeng een the house when you were just a leettle boy. Sí. I remember...

Tuppence: He's pretty sure of himself, isn't he? I don't think we'll ever manage to convince him. Poor, unenlightened fellow.

Bianca: What's his problem? Is he just here to get on our nerves?

Nera: I don't feel like I want to show this man anything now. He's always so negative.

Rex: You could find some jewels to fit in there, couldn't you, Dad? Then it would look great!

Poppy: The money didn't run out. It's just that they couldn't find a craftsman to do the work.

Sancho: Ees only Coburg, but estill... I no like the way thees señor espeaks about the royalty.

Tuppence: I'm afraid I'm rather offended by that remark!

Bianca: That gem goes a treat in Harry's music box, eh?

Nera: I don't even think Papa has a music box that could compete with this one. Isn't it magnificent?

Rex: I'd love to show it to Prince Harry and everyone now we've made it look so much better.

Poppy: Oh, poor man. He seems a bit bitter. Ha ha ha!

Sancho: The organ of Coburg, and the esapphire from Whealbrook...

Sancho: Now these two treasures are together, maybe eet means the places, one day they join together too.

Tuppence: I'd be interested to see what kind of craftsman would be employed by that man.

Bianca: The Goddess won't be happy with him for sayin' that! Not that he'll care, mind.

Nera: The abbey was my home! It's very upsetting when people say disparaging things about it.

Rex: Well whenever I hold one of those images, I get a warm feeling all over. That man just doesn't get it, does he?

Poppy: Dear Goddess, are you listening to this? There's a sinner here who needs to be punished!

Sancho: Ees, ees eso esad for the esisters who make thees estatue. Eef they heard these harsh words, they, they would be eso hurt.

Tuppence: The chap's more than a bit indiscreet, isn't he?

Bianca: I think that's the first time I've heard him so thrilled. He must be really keen on that slime curio.

Nera: I'm not surprised he hasn't got one. The Old Curiosity Shop owner in Fortuna is very picky about his customers. He wouldn't accept this man.

Rex: Yes! We've got something that he can't get!

Poppy: What? He likes that weird slime curio? That just shows how weird he is!

Sancho: Thees señor, he esay to us he can tell us about the knick-knacks, but eef you ask me, he just tells us about heemself.

Tuppence: Yes, that slime curio's pretty valuable, isn't it? Weren't we told there's only one of them in the whole world or something?

Bianca: You can get 'em easy as pie over in Lodestar Harbour, but they are pretty impressive.

Nera: The fact that the person who made this managed to produce so many finely crafted souvenirs just goes to show how skilled he must have been.

Rex: Yeah, ships in bottles are really cool! I could just sit and look at them for hours and hours.

Poppy: It looks exactly like your ship, Dad. It's amazing.

Sancho: Ees no easy to make the galleon eenside the bottle, you know.

Sancho: For me, ees no possible. You look at these fingers... They are thick like the trunks of the tree, no?

Tuppence: Made by a real expert, was it? Yes, I suppose it was.

Bianca: A frightful pest? Charmin'! %0Saber wouldn't be best pleased to be described like that!

Nera: I don't really like that thing. Don't make me go near it, will you?

Rex: It's supposed to scare off monsters. If it didn't at least scare that man a bit too, it wouldn't be much good, would it?

Poppy: I bet the terrorcrow wouldn't be too happy being described as worthless. And you wouldn't want to upset the terrorcrow.

Sancho: Thees escarecrow, he ees eso escary, ees no just the monsters who no go een the fields. Ees the humans too.

Tuppence: I'm sure that terrorcrow just gave me a sideways glance.

Tuppence: N-No... I, I must've imagined it...

Bianca: So all he has to do is send someone over and he gets some? I thought it was s'posed to be exclusive stuff!

Nera: Papa has different drinks delivered to his casino ship from all over the world.

Nera: But I don't recall seeing any Zoomshine there before. Nothing from Zoomingale at all, as far as I remember.

Rex: Sancho says only adults are allowed to drink.

Poppy: Oooh... Whenever I get a whiff of that Zoomshine, it makes me feel all dizzy...

Sancho: Sí, sí. Ees good for the cooking, thees kind of dreenk. Qué? Ees too valuable to put een the cooking? You theenk eso?

Tuppence: If the stuff's as legendary as we've been led to believe, I can't imagine it'll be all that easy to get hold of.

Bianca: They might just be sticky buns to him, but they're special to us, eh?

Nera: I can understand why he thinks that.

Nera: I mean, he doesn't know they were made to celebrate our marriage to each other, does he?

Rex: But they are worth something. They're not just any honey buns. They were made especially for your wedding.

Poppy: Just think how the poor chef would feel if he heard him say that!

Sancho: Ees no a good idea to upset the one who makes the food, you know.

Tuppence: Let me tell you, you don't see honey buns as finely formed as that pair every day, you know.

Bianca: I'd heard there was a lot of demand for scintillatin' sinter just lately. How typical that he's the root of it!

Nera: Papa always says that throwing money about without a thought for the people around you will destroy you in the end.

Nera: Do you think that man's going to be alright?

Rex: It's wrong to keep everything for yourself. You have to share.

Poppy: How much must he have bought to make the price go up so much?

Sancho: Sí. When I first esee thees señor's eskin, I theenk to myself, the colour, ees eso good. Now I know the esecret.

Tuppence: People with money are always rabbiting on about their health, aren't they?

Bianca: Wander around in the desert? Pah! I'll bet he's never bin to the desert all his life!

Nera: Surely being mystifying is a good enough reason for it to be a famous knick-knack, isn't it? I think it is.

Rex: You can't just wander about and find them. It's quite hard, actually. I bet he's never found one.

Poppy: He's never been into the desert himself, so he doesn't know how difficult it is.

Sancho: The desert? Uf! Just hearing thees word, eet makes me esweat.

Tuppence: He doesn't seem to be interested in anything unless it's got monetary value, no matter how mysterious or unusual it is.

Bianca: I s'pose he's right, but he dun't have to be quite so rude about 'em, eh?

Nera: Anything you can eat is worth more than any amount of gold. That's what Papa always taught me.

Rex: I don't care what he says. I like chocolate medalliyums, and that's that!

Poppy: I bet he secretly wants us to give all our medalliyums to him. That's why he's saying that.

Sancho: One man, he likes hees food, but hees brother, he no likes eet. You know what I mean?

Tuppence: Worthless to him, maybe, but I bet chocolate lovers would have something to say about that. They'd be furious!

Bianca: I'd never seen a maxi medal before neither. I doubt many folk know about 'em.

Nera: Papa likes collecting rare treasures too, you know. I know he'd want one of these. I'm sure of it.

Rex: This is what Old Man Nick Knack wanted too, isn't it? They must be really valuable.

Poppy: They're definitely too big to play treasure hunting with. You'd see them sticking out behind anything!

Sancho: Ees very beeg, eh? Maybe ees beeg enough eso you can use eet like a shield, no?

Tuppence: I'm starting to understand why Old Man Nick Knack wanted one of these so badly now.

Bianca: So every member of his staff gets one? They have it pretty easy, eh?

Nera: I wouldn't like to be a member of his staff.

Rex: You don't have to use it up a mountain though, do you? You can use it in other places too, can't you?

Poppy: Does that mean the people who work for that man have to climb mountains a lot?

Poppy: I suppose that's how he manages to collect rare knick-knacks from all over the world.

Sancho: Thees señor, he geeves all the people who work for heem the compass? Eet esounds like he leeves esomewhere very remote, eh?

Tuppence: I thought we were told you can't get hold of these Batten binnacles any more. How many do you think this man has got?

Bianca: But our monster chess set was made by a famous craftsman!

Bianca: There's no way the one he has at home can be better!

Nera: It sounds like his collection includes items from every corner of the world.

Rex: Yeah! Gotha's knick-knack's the best! You can't beat monster chess!

Poppy: The monster chess sets are really well-made, aren't they? The monsters all look so real.

Sancho: You theenk thees señor, he went to Gotha to buy a monster chess eset for heemself?

Sancho: Ees estrange. I believe thees artisan who made the chess esets, he made just enough for the castle and no more.

Tuppence: Well at least the game my father was so crazy about is getting some recognition at last!

Bianca: He's prob'ly only callin' it gaudy because he dun't have one of his own to boast about.

Nera: Gaudy? If there's anything gaudy here, it's the way that man speaks!

Rex: That's Grandma's book! Of course it's worth a lot. Although...I suppose that doesn't make it worth a lot to him.

Poppy: He shouldn't say mean things about Lofty Peak or about Grandma. It's not nice.

Sancho: Maybe ees best eef we no eshow thees señor our knick-knacks, eh?

Sancho: He ees just making our precious memories dirty.

Tuppence: I bet that's got you a bit riled, hasn't it, Hero?

Tuppence: I don't blame you, the way he's talking about Queen Mada's treasured book like that.

Bianca: He'd be eatin' his words if he knew it come from the Yggdrasil tree, eh?

Nera: If you're the right kind of person, you can feel it. You can feel the strange power radiating from the sapling.

Rex: I'd really like to see that man's face when he finds out exactly what this sapling is.

Poppy: All he sees is a tiny shoot. He doesn't know it holds a powerful life force.

Sancho: You know, your Uncle Sancho, he ees no eso esure, either.

Sancho: Ees esupposed to be from the Yggdrasil tree een Zenithia, but I no believe eet.

Tuppence: I bet if he knew it was a sapling of the Great World Tree, he'd change his tune. He'd pay a small fortune for it then.

Bianca: It's havin' stuff like that on display that makes this place so amazin', eh?

Nera: He's right about that. It is very rare.

Nera: Old Man Nick Knack was right to pick you as curator, you see.

Rex: He'd know for sure if he tried using one of the leaves.

Poppy: It's my sapling! I looked after it and helped it grow. I'm not showing it to him again!

Sancho: You theenk ees okay to put esometheeng thees señor no have heemself on display here? Maybe he ees gonna be jealous, eh?

Tuppence: He hasn't got an eye for knick-knacks at all, has he? Can't he feel that powerful aura it's giving out?

Tuppence: Actually, to tell the truth, neither can I!

Bianca: Sounds like he only believes in things he's seen for himself. That must make life a bit borin' for him.

Nera: Poor man. Do you think he trusts anyone?

Rex: I'd love to see his face when he finds out it is real!

Poppy: Is that all he can say? What about how beautiful it is?

Sancho: Esometimes I no esure eef thees señor ees really the aficionado of the knick-knacks or eef he ees just a cowboy.

Tuppence: Remind me why we're listening to this chap again, would you? He doesn't seem to have anything useful to say at all.

Bianca: There's no point explainin' it to him. He wouldn't believe us.

Nera: It certainly is creepy. Er... I mean, it certainly is unusual.

Nera: He might not be the only person who finds it hard to believe it's a famous souvenir of anywhere.

Rex: If it wasn't from Precaria, I'd think it was creepy too. But that's the town Mum saved.

Poppy: It just shows how Grandma helped the monsters turn into humans. There's nothing creepy about it.

Sancho: But thees knick-knack, eet ees from the town señora Mada esaved.

Sancho: When I try to theenk eef ees creepy or no, my mind, ees, ees just too full of emotions!

Tuppence: I agree. It gives me the creeps too. I can't look at it, personally.

Bianca: He's so blimmin' rude! Didn't his mum teach him when to keep his mouth shut?

Nera: I suppose it is a bit different to the other exhibits.

Nera: But it's the result of hundreds of travellers' work. That gives it a certain value, doesn't it?

Rex: That's just nasty, what he said. I didn't think adults were supposed to talk like that.

Poppy: As long as it's fun, what's wrong with it? It's still a souvenir, isn't it? And that's what the knick-knackatory's here for. Souvenirs.

Sancho: Esome people, they go to thees inn just to write een thees book.

Sancho: Ees a good book, sí? Eso many different theengs, they are written eenside.

Tuppence: I'd like to meet that chap's parents! They've got a lot to answer for.

Bianca: How mean of him, to take 'em and waste 'em like that!

Nera: But the wiggly stitching is so cute! It gives it such a warm, home-made feel.

Rex: If he's got a mountain of them, surely that means he really likes them, doesn't it?

Poppy: Well I really like those flags. They give you a warm feeling inside.

Sancho: You theenk thees señor, he puts all hees flags een the storeroom? Ees esuch a shame when esomeone has worked eso hard to make them.

Tuppence: I think he secretly really likes them. Why else would he know so much about them?

Bianca: That ink is pretty special. Sometimes it looks black, but sometimes it looks all rainbow-coloured.

Nera: I heard about that ink and how they make it at Northminster from a travelling priest who came to the abbey when I was living there.

Nera: He said the same thing. It's a special ink that never ever fades.

Rex: Ink usually smells funny, doesn't it?

Rex: But this ink doesn't. Why is that?

Poppy: Well I believe it. I think it is special.

Poppy: I don't know why, but it just seems special to me somehow.

Sancho: Sí, sí. Ees the eenk made from the tusk of a monster.

Sancho: Ees no esurprising eef eet has the especial powers, eh?

Tuppence: You don't think it can improve your handwriting, do you?

Tuppence: No, I... I suppose not. Oh, well.

Bianca: I wonder when anyone'd want to play an instrument like that. I certainly don't want to hear it!

Nera: The sound of people screaming? Brrr... It sends shivers down your spine.

Rex: It doesn't sound like a very nice instrument, does it?

Poppy: Tell me if you're going to use it, won't you, Dad? So I can put my fingers in my ears.

Sancho: Thees señor, he pretends he no escared, but your Uncle Sancho: knows the truth. He can no hide the esweat on hees brow.

Tuppence: But surely no one wants to listen to the sound of people screaming. I know I don't.

Bianca: Seein' that locket makes me feel all choked up inside.

Nera: It's a shame for such a beautiful locket not to have a picture in it. It seems so sad.

Rex: I wonder what kind of things Grandpa and Grandma could tell us about this locket.

Poppy: I can feel Grandma's loving warmth in that locket.

Poppy: I, I don't know why. I just can.

Sancho: Eet, eet was esuch a happy time... Señor Pankraz and señora Mada, they were eso een love... (sob)

Tuppence: That man was at King Pankraz's wedding? Now that's got to be a lie!

Bianca: That's your mum, en't it, Hero? She's got such a kind-lookin' face.

Bianca: It's easy to see how Pankraz fell in love with her at first sight.

Nera: You can tell from the portrait what a kind and pure woman she was.

Rex: He's crying! He must've been really moved.

Poppy: So that's what Grandma looked like when she was young.

Sancho: Ees eso good to have thees picture een the locket at last. Señor Pankraz, he would be eso...eso happy.

Tuppence: The chap's crying now. I can't keep up with him. Just who is he exactly?

Bianca: You'd have to be pretty keen on souvenirs to go to that extreme to get 'em, eh?

Nera: Don't you think we should warn him about how scary it is in Nadiria?

Rex: You can't just get a trophy like that by living in Nadiria, though. You have to defeat Estark.

Poppy: He's not serious, is he? No, he can't be...

Sancho: Uf! He would no esay thees eef he goes there!

Tuppence: Whatever the reasons, just entertaining the idea of getting Nadirian citizenship is pretty terrifying really!

Bianca: It must be quite reassurin' for the customers, seein' we've got the security of the place covered.

Nera: Well that's reassuring, isn't it?

Rex: Nothing to report! Heh heh! That sounds cool!

Poppy: He keeps an eye on the knick-knackatory even when we're not here, doesn't he?

Sancho: I hope to the Goddess there are no problems here. But you know, esometimes the bad theengs, they come for us all.

Tuppence: Is it okay just to have a guard on the entrance? I'd be a bit worried about that, I think.

Bianca: He dun't need to be frettin' about us. We're havin' fun with things just the way they are.

Nera: That's nice, isn't it? I think he's starting to like us!

Rex: Cool! Is that your salary, Dad? Because you're the curator, I mean.

Poppy: He gave you that because you're trying so hard, didn't he, Dad? I think you're doing really well too.

Sancho: Ees no normal to esee the museum at night, eh?

Sancho: Ees because you are the curator now, friend. Sí, ees thanks to you. Gracias, gracias.

Tuppence: Five hundred gold coins? That's it!? He's a slave-driver if you ask me, Hero!

Bianca: I wasn't plannin' on complainin' though, were you?

Nera: He's very strict, isn't he? But it's probably for our own good, I expect.

Rex: Just when I thought he was getting a bit nicer, he goes back to being Mr Grumpy.

Poppy: Come on, Dad. Let's find loads more knick-knacks and really surprise the old man.

Sancho: Ees no normal to esee the museum at night, eh?

Sancho: Ees because you are the curator now, friend. Sí, ees thanks to you. Gracias, gracias.

Tuppence: But only five hundred? That's daylight robbery. It's less than my salary, even.

Bianca: He dun't need to be frettin' about us. We're havin' fun with things just the way they are.

Nera: I'm sure the place will look amazing no matter how you arrange the exhibits. You're so good at it. Rex: Cool! Is that your salary, Dad? Because you're the curator, I mean.

Poppy: Maybe we should try changing some of the exhibits around. There's quite a lot to running a knick-knackatory, isn't there?

Sancho: Now the aficionados, the experts of the knick-knacks, they gonna come to esee your collection, friend.

Tuppence: A thousand gold coins? That's it!? He's a slave-driver if you ask me, Hero!

Bianca: I s'pose we should just take it that he really likes the place. Nera: Do you think he wants to see how the place is run? What's he going to do about dinner? And having a shower in the morning? Rex: He spent the whole day looking at the exhibits?

I knew it. He's definitely a bit weird.

Poppy: We can't throw him out, so what are we going to do?

Sancho: But eef thees señor, he estays the night here, hees family, they gonna worry about heem, sí?

Tuppence: Well, I can understand how he feels. It's nice and quiet here, and the view's fantastic.

Bianca: He sounds a bit tired. We should let him get some sleep.

Nera: I suppose Old Man Nick's been cleaning on his own when we're not here.

Nera: Poor man. He must be exhausted.

Rex: So ghosts sleep too? That's funny.

Poppy: I hope he isn't lonely, all on his own.

Sancho: You no wake heem up, okay, friend? He ees very tired.

Tuppence: There, there are no other ghosts about other than Old Man Nick Knack, are there?

Tuppence: I don't think it's a good idea to spend the night here, you know. No, definitely not a good idea.

Bianca: I wonder what he's dreamin' about.

Nera: He's still comparing, even when he's asleep!

Rex: Wow! He can really snore. The whole room's shaking!

Poppy: Isn't he scared, sleeping in a place like this all on his own?

Sancho: He no estay the night here because he loves the knick-knacks, eh? No, no. Ees no because of thees.

Tuppence: It doesn't look like he's intending to leave any time soon, does it? Pity...

Bianca: One single buildin' on one tiny island... And yet it's a great big knick-knackatory!