"I am a knight, my lord Marshal. Risking my life is merely duty for me. The blood that we spilled on the field of Torchester together ought to convince you that I am found in the front rank when the cause is just and the battle hot."
"And the cause is just here, I assure you. How do I have this son? Because the Count himself mentioned Arthur to me last spring, when we were deep in our cups here at the Fair. Surely you remember that he came to see it. I surprised him with an excellent vintage from abroad that even doctor's orders could not prevail upon him to refuse. We spoke of many things and reached an understanding. I did not consider him anything less than my liege lord after that night."
"But this chance revelation... this was most unexpected of him. It was my impression then, that he was struggling with a decision to legitimise this bastard, his natural son, in order to continue the established custom of Folesden. When the Count died, I had my doubts of the causes and immediately strove to find and protect the lad. That is how rumour has brought you to this place, at last."
"Yet I am but a knight, my lord Marshal, not an experienced leader of men. I do not have the means to press his claim myself, and I can give him precious little protection in the long run, without someone greater to take up his claim. If you have come with this intention, I offer up my lands, my men, and yes, my life to your disposal."
(Let's dig ourselves in. For fun.)