Translated from Japanese to English by Namirrha, December 2001.

Last revised: 5 January 2002.

Although this is a new translation, I would still like to thank Eirias for his efforts in translating this and many other chapters.

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Wyndham Castle

King: …Charlot…

King: Charlotte.

Courtier: Doctor.

Doctor: Please make haste

Doctor: with the family.

Courtier: Finally…

Courtier: It's about time.

Courtier: It's the birth of a new queen.

Courtier: Her Majesty Queen Charlotte.

Courtier: It's that disposition of Princess Charlotte's. To start with, appointing a regent would not be a mistake.

Courtier: If so, arising as candidates.

Courtier: Gustaf, Minister of Home Affairs.

Courtier: Yugo, Minister of Finance.

Courtier: You could also say Carlyle, Director of Imperial Ceremonies.

Courtier: We also (have to consider) what we do with ourselves after this…

Courtier: What about the line of thought which suggests Foss, the former Minister of Home Affairs?

Courtier: Without belonging to any of the factions, these several years since the assassination of the Queen, (the signs were such that) it was taken for granted that man had completely retired.

Courtier: The Conservative Faction's former mediation officer, all the rumours say it's as if he (also) fell at the hands of the Devil.

Owen: …It's prosperous from inside where the sinking of the sun is yet to finish.

Owen: Or, should I say safe…

Owen: Do they understand? That lot?

Owen: The situation that our country now finds itself in!?

Owen: Nothing but schemes to further their own interests within the castle.

Owen: If mathematical principles could also be devised from Wyndham, even if I were to say the dead are making a mountain……No, even this castle town,

Owen: Would they be saying the deaths of the likes of common folk will not exceed the statistics.

Voice: The hawk…

Foss: The hawk will swoop (down).

Owen: …The hawk.

Owen: That strange dream……

Owen: People throughout Wyndham……

Owen: No, people throughout Midland probably saw the strange dream of the hawk of light.

Owen: The priests were clamouring it's a divine revelation.

Owen: That it's a good omen, which signifies the appearance of someone who will free the people from all the misfortunes that are now raging.

Owen: …But, His Majesty collapsed as well.

Owen: After reaching the point where the rumour of that dream rose to peoples' mouths, it happened. [Not sure about this.]

Owen: …Many people like me can't understand

Owen: things like the will of God.

Owen: …But.

Owen: Ridiculous remarks, and yet

Owen: merely saying that dream occurred is an undisputable fact.

Owen: It was certainly a miracle.

Maid: Princess.

Maid: Please open this door.

Owen: What is wrong?

Maid: Lord Owen.

Maid: Well, (I'm sorry to say this, but) the princess has been cooped up in her room now for 5 full days……

Maid: Although she's failed to take a step from the inner palace, even at the best of times, during these last two years.

Maid: Only one person is allowed to enter inside, her favourite handmaiden… She's trying to persuade her right now, but……

Maid: Princess--

Maid: Princess-----

Owen: Excuse me.

Owen: It's cruel.

Owen: I am reporting. Princess, we have a carriage prepared for you. Please make your way to the inner sanctuary quickly.

Owen: One timid young girl is being burdened with everything.

Owen: His Majesty is near death.

Owen: He's calling your name…

Maid: Princess!

Charlotte: No!

Charlotte: He's not even my father.

Charlotte: That man.

Charlotte: I should have been sent for sooner.

Charlotte: Don't continue to suffer forever.

Charlotte: Furthermore, don't torment me.

King: Cold…

King: As if I were completely frozen.

Voice: The King, on the throne.

King: Magnificent ramparts.

King: But, even this can't prevail against the cold.

King: With stone walls, and the like, the cold will only grow.

King: Somebody, a fire…

Voice: On the throne.

Voice: The King, on the throne.

King: The King…

King: Brave soldiers.

King: If there's these ramparts and these soldiers, my castle won't be shaking as well.

King: But now, above all else, a fire.

King: I've been frozen. As it is……

King: Yes, very good!! I'd say that I don't need the likes of soldiers now!! [The two parts don't really seem to work all that well together here. That being said, this was the best that I could come up with.]

King: A fire. Somebody. Somebody must have a fire!!

King: Warmth……

King: Oo(h) Now then!

King: That's what I wanted……warmth…

Voice: On the throne.

Voice: The King, on the throne.

King: What is it……!?

King: What's the meaning of this!?

King: Pull back!!

King: It's not retreating!!

King: The object of my desire, to that…!!

King: Wh…!?

King: The hawk…The hawk is it!?

King: Stop, separate yourself!!

King: It's not parting!!

King: That's my…

King: precious…

King: I…It's not leavinggg.

King: It's the King's life……!!

King: ……Yes,

King: Maybe so…

King: Maybe I wished for

King: you…

King: From the prison known as this throne.

Voice: On the throne.

King: As a man of mine.

King: As the saviour who will liberate me from madness……

Voice: The King, on the throne.

Charlotte: Father…!!

Maid: Princess……

Charlotte: No……

Charlotte: No!!

Charlotte: Save me, Lord Griffith!!

Townsfolk: His Majesty has passed away.

Townsfolk: Finally……

Townsfolk: At a time like this…

Townsfolk: What'll happen after this? To Wyndham…and to Midland, from this point on…?

Child: The mountain is moving.

CHAPTER 6 - END