Calamaria (in the castle):
Oh my precious sir, do you remember
Your tempting words?
You invited me - so I am here
But with me a request which agonizes me.
It may not be a modest one
But one thing is sure,
I will be obliged to you.

"Satrapold":
Since without you, it seems
I would be buried,
Here every request of yours
Is [bad word] to me.

Calamaria:
I do not ask for precious manes,
Nor expensive jewels,
But only the freedom to be given back
to Atrament.

"Satrapold":
He is there to pay for
His tongue so foolish...

Calamaria:
He was [bad word] - and I am guilty,
For the glasses that polluted his mind.

"Satrapold":
So let it be, thy will be done,
When Satrapold gives his word.
But you have to promise me -
That he ends his malediction!

This afternoon I want to take you
On a horse with me,
So I won't get lost in the forest,
And to have your [bad word] 

Calamaria:
I suppose you want to have
secret appointment with me?
That reminds you of the scene
When you fell off the horse.

Even if it seems strange,
I will gladly fulfill your wish,
If that helps Atrament
From the dark cell.