21st Jan 2015, 4:30 AM in The Rite of Serfdom

Lies! Damned lies!

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Lies! Damned lies!
[Wythllew is speaking off-panel. Norla kneels down next to the stricken Ottar.]] / Wythllew: No one insults Wythllew! / Norla: Ottar!
[[Wythllew, looming over Atra, points at her.]] / Wythllew: And you! Hag of no faith! Is aught about thee not a lie?
[ [Wythllew is speaking off-panel.]] / But days since, thou trothed that thou wouldst leave me in peace! I'stead, thou bringest my erstsome ward and his crony to plot against me! / Atra: But... / / [ [Wythllew is speaking off-panel.]] / Norla: No! Not to plot... we would only... / Wythllew: Silence! I will hear no more lies!
Wythllew: I shall make it so you will leave me in peace! You shall leave this place empty shells like that / green thing down thither...
Wythllew: Then, I shall forth to your home and- What in the seven hells is that pong?
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Reinder Dijkhuis 21st Jan 2015, 4:30 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on March 17, 2004.