Cal. Dion speaks!
Voices. Hear Dion!
Dion. Not alone in martial venture
Do victors win their bays. Let each of us,
Trampling on anger and contending malice
That from our natures thrust out serpent heads,
Forgive this captive foe, and crown our brows
With wreaths of victory outshining all
That shake from war-decked temples. Hear, my lord.
By the power I hold in the true hearts and minds