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