Aveline: Maman, I will return to New Orleans and set everything right. Then I will send for you.
Jeanne: My dear, tenacious daughter, I want nothing more than to be close to you again. But this colony is my place now. The people here need me. Nouvelle Orleans (New Orleans) will always be haunted.
Aveline: I understand. Don’t worry. This will not be the last you see of me.
Jeanne: Be careful, my child.
Duleep: I notice Mr. Green did not accompany you.
Evie: He has other things to attend to.
Duleep: Ah. A pity. You two seemed to get along nicely.
Evie: Well, that was a problem, you see. ‘One must not allow personal feelings to compromise one’s mission.’
Duleep: That sounds like a quotation.
Evie: It is. From my father.
Duleep: Ethan Frye.
Evie: You knew him?
Duleep: No, unfortunately. But Mr. Green spoke of him. He sounded like an extraordinary man.
Evie: He was, Your Highness.
Duleep: And your mother as well. Cecily Frye. She and your father were partners, inseparable. The only duo that came close to challenging Mr. Starrick. And very much in love, at least, from the small amount I have been told.
Evie: Cecily. I wish I could have met her.
Duleep: From what Mr. Green gathered, you share much in common. Your intelligence, for one.
Evie: Father never spoke of her. What would Mr. Green know? He was only a boy when he trained with my father.
Duleep: Children can be quite perceptive, Miss Frye.
Most (if not, all) of the murder ballads heard in pubs are found in the official soundtracks from what I’ve gone through so far… unless you’re asking about the songs found in the collector’s edition soundtrack.
Praised be Salāḥ ad-Dīn! He has found the strength to stand in defense of our great civilization! Make no mistake, it is our very existence we are fighting for! The infidel King would see us all wiped from the world! We must resist, we must push back!