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Sancho... I have conceived... an idea most ingenious...

What... is it this time...?

Alas, it appears that we are not availed the benevolent, mediating force of Bari to quell our quarrels. Then I suppose we are at an impasse, want of a better mediation...

… than one wrought by force.

Let us test our mights in a duel; in a singular bout of our lances.

Come, now. Let us give it our all...

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... Is there no other way?

This momentum, this responsibility of mine to perpetuate the festival, to provide my Family with what they yearn for... it cannot be stopped.

This carousel by the name of La Manchaland… whirls too swiftly for me to dismount, even as it remains anchored in place.

Yet, if you could shatter the burden of my nature, my responsibilities... would that not prove your dream mightier than the weight of my duty?

Show me. Demonstrate before me the strength of thy dream, the grandeur of it.

Still... so... ridiculously juvenile...

How many times must I tell you that it is that very ridiculous juvenility that gives color to life?

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