[When he has her arm, he begins to stroll with her, knowing his way about this section of the garden to a tee. He would go slowly, but was a bit out of step with her nonetheless, owing to a combination of natural unease, excitement over the topic at hand, and a bit of mild flustering from taking a lady on a turn about the gardens in the first place.]

You have a wonderful curiosity. [Complimented, with a small smile.] It is an epic, having taken thirty years to write-- more years than we have taken so far to write ourselves. It is a tragi-comedy, which retells the religious wars of the seventeenth century, stripping them of the beauty and majesty poets of the eighteen century lent them and showing the lives of soldiers and martyrs starkly, instead. There are a number of battles, and philosophy in between their recounts. The Europeans fight each other, and they all hope for God I would say.