I'm obliged to ask you a few questions; just answer up fair and square, and don't be afraid.

Where do you live, when you are at home ?" "In the land of Moder, fair sir." "Land of Moder.

I don't remember hearing of it before.
Parents living ?" "As to that, I know not if they be yet on live, sith it is many years that I have lain shut up in the castle." "Your name, please ?" "I hight the Demoiselle Alisande la Carteloise, an it please you." "Do you know anybody here who can identify you ?" "That were not likely, fair lord, I being come hither now for the first time." "Have you brought any letters--any documents--any proofs that you are trustworthy and truthful ?" "Of a surety, no; and wherefore should I?
Have I not a tongue, and cannot I say all that myself ?" "But _your_ saying it, you know, and somebody else's saying it, is different." "Different?
How might that be?
I fear me I do not understand." "Don't _understand_?
Land of--why, you see--you see--why, great Scott, can't you understand a little thing like that?
Can't you understand the difference between your--_why_ do you look so innocent and idiotic!" "I?
In truth I know not, but an it were the will of God." "Yes, yes, I reckon that's about the size of it.

Don't mind my seeming excited; I'm not.

Let us change the subject.