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- Ready yourselves! - Ten attackers.
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Albion, take the horse in the back barn.
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You know what to do. Move fast.
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- Yes, Father. - God go with you.
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Willem! Willem, over here!
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Shall I send a man to dispatch him?
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No. Get everyone in position.
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That boy's doing exactly what they want.
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All right, boys, follow us!
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Now, Wallace, let's see
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what type of men you've recruited for me.
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I'm not mad. I'm not mad. I'm not mad.