No?

Phillipe:
[regarding the empty space in the hilt of Navarre's sword]
Sir, you don't think that I took that... Etienne Navarre:
No, this is mine to fill. Each generation is called upon to follow its own quest. Phillipe:
What is your quest? Etienne Navarre:
I must kill a man. Phillipe:
Tell me - does this walking corpse have a name? Etienne Navarre:
His Grace, the Bishop of Aquila. Phillipe:
The Bishop. I see. Well... Well, then you have much to do. And I've already been enough of a burden to you. I do hope our paths cross again one day. Etienne Navarre:
I need you to guide me into the city. Phillipe:
Not for the life of my mother! Even if I knew who she was. Etienne Navarre:
You are the only one who has ever escaped from there. Phillipe:
It was chance! Pure chance! A miracle! Once in a lifetime! I fell down a hole and followed my nose! Etienne Navarre:
[sighs]
I have waited almost two years for a sign from God. So when I heard the morning bells of Aquila, I knew the moment of my destiny had come. You will be my guiding angel. Phillipe:
Me? Etienne Navarre:
[nods] Phillipe:
Sir, the truth is I talk to God all the time, and no offense, but He never mentioned you. Etienne Navarre:
No?