Monseigneur. Not in scorn?
Beppo. Nay! They know better.
Monseigneur. My mother was a wronged lady, Beppo.
Beppo. So was mine. Yet she never complained. She was too proud.
Monseigneur. Where is she now?
Beppo. She is dead.
Monseigneur. Ah?
Beppo. They killed her.
Monseigneur. Killed her?
Beppo. The tribe. They said she had disgraced them. She was a princess.