Regan Hamleigh : We know you wish Jack Jackson dead. If only wishes had knives.
Waleran Bigod : Dear Lady, I think you miss my point. Because of Jack Jackson's miraculous statue, there are now pilgrims in Kingsbridge. And where there are pilgrims, there is a market. They have a licence. They haven't had a turnout simply because your son burned the fleece fair.
William Hamleigh : That was your idea.
Waleran Bigod : Is that an accusation or a compliment?