"What was I supposed to do? Come back naked? If a man's clothes determine his worth, then what does that make all of you, living here in the mountains?
Even in the mountains, you still have your palaces, your servants, your fine clothes from the old days—you even have your own Monastery, and a flock of idle Priests who do nothing but waste food and make matters worse.
The arrival of the Normans has emboldened those Armenian villages. Not a single one is willing to take us in. They scoff at us, the Nobility hiding in the mountains.
Perhaps you should step outside the Taurus Mountains and take a look at the kingdom you claim to rule. You'll find that your 'rule' is nothing but wishful thinking. Those Armenians remember what we did to them, and they resent us deeply for it.
The Normans might not rely solely on their Lances. Sometimes, we should think about what we took from those people, and what we brought them in return."
