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(Attila:) You are not yet king. |
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(Bleda:) Bring me my crown, quickly! |
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(Attila:) You see how he wants to steal the crown? As he stole Rua's life. |
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(Bleda:) You lie. |
| (Attila:) Rua should've died as he lived, a warrior! Not in his sleep. |
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(Bleda:) No man can chose the manner of his own death. |
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(Attila:) No, not if he's murdered. |
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(Bleda:) And I am the eldest son of his
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| ...therefore, I am the rightful king. |
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(Attila:) To what purpose? |
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(Bleda:) We will live as Huns have always lived. What else should we do? |
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(Attila:) We should rule the world! |
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(Bleda:) You all know the ancient prohecy. A conquerer will rise among us. The one who finds the the War God's sword. |
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Have you found the sword? |
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(Attila:) No. |
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(Bleda:) Then your words are empty. |
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(Attila:) I say, you murdered Rua and are not fit to take his place. |
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(Bleda:) And I say you lie. |
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| (Attila:) Then we'll meet tomorrow when the sun awakens. |
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Let the strongest prevail.
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