Hospitaller:
One may stare into the light, until one becomes the light. I've done it many times.
Balian of Ibelin:
[throws a rock at a bush that catches fire by the spark]
There's your religion. One spark, a creosote bush. There's your Moses. I did not hear it speak.
Hospitaller:
That does not mean that there is no God. Do you love her?
Balian of Ibelin:
Yes.
Hospitaller:
The heart will mend. Your duty is to the people of the city. I go to pray.
Balian of Ibelin:
For what?
Hospitaller:
For the strength to endure what is to come.
Balian of Ibelin:
And what is to come?
Hospitaller:
The reckoning is to come for what was done one hundred years before. The Muslims will never forget. Nor should they.
[the Hospitaler slowly walks away as a second bush several yards from the burning one catches fire. The Hospitaler is nowhere to be seen in the clear and open desert]
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