If Septimus insists on sending a boy to do a man's job... No!...
[Tristan is on the ground and Primus has his sword at his throat]
Primus: If Septimus insists on sending a boy to do a man's job...
Tristan: No! Please, I don't know Septimus. I just need a lift. Look at me, I'm unarmed. Please. Please, let me ride with you.
[Primus returns to his carriage and Tristan stands up and follows him]
Primus: I'm afraid that's impossible. I'm on a quest of enormous importance.
[Gets on the carriage]
Tristan: All the better reason to take me with you. Maybe you'll need a second pair of hands. Sir, please. Maybe Providence sent me to you as it sent you to me.
Primus: Get on.