"Your Holiness, Your Excellency, the Iron Rider is a citizen, a vassal, and a hero of Osoerde.  We shall see that he is returned there with us this one last time."  Bellamie is pale and tense, his eyes dark with circles and lingering pain - and grief.  "Although he renounced his position as my vassal years ago, he remained a friend and ally, and his sister remains Countess of Algael in his place.  I owe them both debts for this day and days past.  This sad duty, I believe, is mine, and I will not shirk it."  
He bows his head briefly, in a shallow nod of respect, not subordination, to the countess. "Your Excellency, I do not regret coming to aid Pontiff Isilviere or your people of Ilien, nor would Vimorean - despite the price he paid.  Against the Shadow, all men, all nations, are one.  But Osoerde has lost grievously this day, and I must carry word home as quickly as I may.  I beg your forgiveness for the unseemly haste of my departure, but I must depart on the morrow, as soon as the tides permit."