Those accursed Northmen, who love you so well and who fight, not like men but like devils, are in league with the Armenian legions and with Constantine.

My generals and my troops fall away from me.

If it were assailed, I am not sure that I could hold this palace, strong though it be.

There's but one man who can make me safe again, and that man is yourself.

The Northmen will do your bidding, and with you in command of them I fear no attack.